The Seige of Leningrad
August 7th 2006 Saturday was my last morning in Yerevan. I was dreaming that I was about to pull a sword out of a stone at some sort of Renaissance Faire. A bleating sheep made the faire seem more authentic, but when I woke up I could still hear the bleating. It took me a minute to realize I actually was awake and there actually was a bleating sheep three floors below my balcony.
Someone had tied a sheep by its
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