the black cold dusk sits to darken the faces of the kids standing at the doorway. his wife shrouded in tears cries at the top of her lungs as she can not hold her sadness in. My mother, his sister, holds her weeping. we feel the shiver of death through our backs and in our bones and we stand helpless to the cause. We can not understand where they
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