Thank You, Pebblpie

This post is dedicated to Pebblepie in gratitude.

Just today I discovered that Pebblepie has blogrolled Ishtarria in her sidebar containing ME, Iraqi blogs.

The pleasure of reciprocating such a wonderful gesture would have been all mine, Pebblepie, had I not been prevented by reasons related to maintaining my anonymity.

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