A bridle, the chin-strap or chain.
Tiny pools diversified the surface of the well-made road, which, as they advanced farther and farther into the open country, was swept by raindrifts, driven furiously before the rising wind, that whistled through the naked trees […]
AS a young student at the multinational Aramco school in Dhahran, Saudi Arabia, Fadi Jaber, a son of Palestinian refugees, always preferred his American classmates’ cupcakes, brownies and chocolate chip cookies to his mother’s pastries: knafah, qatayef and baklawah.
Oh, I'll never have a green thumb, no matter how long I stay at it. Nothing ever seems to work for me. Everything I plant dies.
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