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Every time I drive by the little military museum with its helicopter, two tanks, a WWII army jeep – I have to fight an urge to walk up and run my hands along their rough sides, remembering their memories – the sounds they heard, the smells in the air. To feel the tremors rise beneath their thick metal skin, to calm the old war beasts, to comfort them in their loneliness, to let them known – they are not forgotten, never forgotten….
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About Julie Deshtor
Julie Deshtor grew up in the Soviet Union during the turbulent 90's, and moved to the United States shortly after the Soviet Empire collapsed in 1991. A bilingual author, Julie writes both fiction and poetry, as well as translating poetry and lyrics. She brings her rich cultural and life experienced to her fiction, exploring the psychological struggles of her characters with compassion and insight, as they navigate the murky waters of the modern society.
Julie currently resides in Utah, USA. Her interests include art, world literature, zoology, anthropology and urban subculture
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