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What I Think of When I Hear Ukraine 🇺🇦
When I think of Ukraine, I see the color yellow like fields full of sunflowers, stretching as far as the eye can see. It feels warm, strong, and full of hope.
I imagine the deep blue of the sky and the wide Dnipro River, flowing through cities filled with history, courage, and life.
One word that comes to mind is strength. The kind that stands tall even in hard times. Quiet, proud, unshakable.
A dish? Definitely borscht a warm, rich beet soup, full of flavor and tradition. It’s more than food; it’s a piece of home.
Even if I’ve never been there, Ukraine feels like a place of deep roots, strong hearts, and beautiful spirit. 44 replies
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