The mysterious photograph of a chess game that never happened.
"...Only, for the nights that were,
Soldier, and the dawns that came,
When in sleep you turn to her,
Call her by my name."
--Dorothy Parker
"my site is wherever
a rose grows,
wherever clouds cast their shadows
on roofless houses,
wherever a bomb does not fall,
wherever a child does not confuse
a cloud for bomb smoke."
--@MosabAbuToha
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