Broken Memories

Broken Memories

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Two women One path Two destinies One story Dealing with grief can be different, for different people. Two strong women, Waridi and Simi suffer the same kind of loss, with a difference in social backgrounds. They struggle to navigate through it, at first alone, then together. A past they can't escape, and friends they can't forget, bounds that can't be broken and a future intertwined together. A journey of discovery. A story of love and pain, of tears and joy, friendship and hatred. A rollercoaster of events where friendships will be tested and hearts will be broken. Cover by @MikleoKrein 2020 ©Kenyan girl🇰🇪
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