Plump, juicy grapes.

(5 august 2014) Plump, juicy grapes seemed like an oxymoron to the situation I found myself in. But oxymorons were becoming a strange way of life in Palestine.  I found myself thinking deeply about grapes as I stood on the hill and popped another in my mouth. It’s sweetness engulfed my tastebuds and my dry … Continue reading Plump, juicy grapes.