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Divided Island
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First published on the cover of Stone Soup Magazine, March/April 1993
"Divided Island," by Sofia Kakoulli, age 11, of Cyprus, is part of the Children's Art Foundation's permanent collection. Sofia was a student of A. Pavlou at the Ergates-Nicosia School when she made her painting. It was donated to the Children's Art Foundation by the Greek-Cypriot government.
Rubble
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In the summer of 2017, a horrific earthquake hit the Greek island of Lesvos. In the summer of 2017, my family’s village, Vrisia, was reduced to a terrifying pile of fractured, falling buildings and rubble.
My memories of Vrisia are damaged and seemingly random, like the items salvaged from the catastrophe-torn buildings.
I remember the hedgehog we found on the side of the road that we squirreled away to our garden, my six-year-old hands wrapping tightly around its small, odd-looking body.
Introduction to this Stone Soup Art Activity
In a way, the new year really starts with spring. Spring is the time for planting the garden and cleaning house. It is the time when trees get new leaves and when you can play outdoors well into the evening. It is the season when cycles begin again. Plants come out of dormancy, fruit trees flower, butterflies and bees are out in force, and the fruits for later in summer begin growing. It is is a time of promise.
Hazem
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Stuck
Ismini Vasiloglou, 11
I write this sitting in the kitchen sink while pondering the recent news my mother just shared. I stare at the various colors of cat hair on the floor from my grandmother’s multiple cats, trying to distract myself. Our flight’s been canceled. In a way I expected it, but finding out is still a shock. We should have been leaving in six days, but now we might not be able to leave at all.
Where I’m From
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I am from the teddy bear that is gigantic
From old dishes from Greece
I am from the calm wind that blows by my house
And the swing that went away in the waves of our pool
I am from the huge pine tree in the backyard that litters the ground
I am from the old luggage bag that came from Greece
From Alex and Penny, Uncle Matthew and Auntie Denise
And from traveling and books, from the spanakopita at Thanksgiving
I am from Uncle George saying a prayer at family gatherings
From apple pie that