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Tired man returning home with a resigned smile! by KS Photography!

While on an evening stroll along the Lidder river bank saw this man taking his herd of sheep back home after taking them for grazing in the green pastures of Pahalgam. Seeing me with my camera, he stopped to look at me a couple of times while I was capturing his emotions in my camera. He looks visibly tired as the day comes to an end and he has to walk back his sheep home. Accompanying him were his two dogs, who were helping him keep the sheep from straying.

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Tired man returning home with a resigned smile! by KS Photography!

While on an evening stroll along the Lidder river bank saw this man taking his herd of sheep back home after taking them for grazing in the green pastures of Pahalgam. Seeing me with my camera, he stopped to look at me a couple of times while I was capturing his emotions in my camera. He looks visibly tired as the day comes to an end and he has to walk back his sheep home. Accompanying him were his two dogs, who were helping him keep the sheep from straying.

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An Afghan woman’s memory of growing up

War, horror, and hate cannot always take away the good things in you memory.

Amplify’d from www.awwproject.org

My Village

The sound of cocks wakes me up
The sun shines fresh.
Before washing my face
I water the plants
Then
I go say good morning to the cows
And milk them.
I make the tea
I take my dirty clothes
To wash.
After that I relax
On the ground under the pear tree
And nap.
There is nothing new.
Tomorrow it is the same.

By Tabasom

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