My people no longer know how to cry
“At night, leaving the refuges, there would be a deafening silence. Then I would be overwhelmed with fear, seized by what I had experienced. It wasn’t really a truce but rather a moment to observe the destruction of buildings, people and souls.
“At night, leaving the refuges, there would be a deafening silence. Then I would be overwhelmed with fear, seized by what I had experienced. It wasn’t really a truce but rather a moment to observe the destruction of buildings, people and souls.
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