My diaspora

Cal in Color

A new day begins with a warm, citrus tint cast above the city. I can see it clearly with all its lurid delights. The soo’q (market) is busy with mothers bargaining for lower prices on cabbages and eggplants while children stray further down the marketplace, toward the livestock. They race
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Who are “We at the Clog”

If you have ever read a Clog article, you’ve probably encountered the phrase “We at the Clog.” The first time, you might’ve thought it was a little strange. By the 20th time, you may have just assumed it to be a little gimmick that we toss in absentmindedly when we need
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