On this particular morning in Casablanca, I arrived early for a meeting with a women’s rights association. This pigeon, basking in the sun high above the bustle of Casablanca, kept me company while I waited for the others to arrive. When the meeting ended, I looked to see if my friend was still on the ledge outside the window. The pigeon had moved on. And so must I.
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The Human Rights Warrior 
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the places you, and that pigeon have seen!
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Ha ha, yes! That bird looked remarkably pensive, especially for a pigeon. Have a good day!
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Really great shot.
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Thanks! I was trying to get the pigeon in profile but it just wouldn’t cooperate.
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Excellent choice! Love the little pigeon against the background
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love your choice Jennifer…and the places you visit
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Thanks much, Jo!
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Nice shot, brought a tear to my eye as my sister is buried in Casablanca. Thirty years and still a tear.
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