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She sits alone, on a cleared patch of road amidst utter devastation legs bare feet bare knees bent hands clasped around her thighs she has taken off her scarlet boots and placed them together beside her a tiny mark of order it is all she can do place her boots side by side on the road Apocalypse Now reads the Headline And this I can finally comprehend 10,000 dead- that’s my whole town and 3000 more- 10,000 dead is hard to grasp but this one young woman could be my daughter or my grandchild her hair dyed fashionably orange fashion mattered yesterday to her and her friends where are they now did they survive behind her broken houses twisted metal a mountain of rubble nothing recognisable I look at this image and I see her rocking I see her mouth open a wail of anguish I hear her wail wailing is the same in any language needs no translation palpable anguish I hear her wail she alone shows me what it means the agony of 10000 dead what next where how
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Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 10:52 AM UTC
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She sits alone, on a cleared patch of road amidst utter devastation legs bare feet bare knees bent hands clasped around her thighs she has taken off her scarlet boots and placed them together beside her a tiny mark of order it is all she can do place her boots side by side on the road Apocalypse Now reads the Headline And this I can finally comprehend 10,000 dead- that’s my whole town and 3000 more- 10,000 dead is hard to grasp but this one young woman could be my daughter or my grandchild her hair dyed fashionably orange fashion mattered yesterday to her and her friends where are they now did they survive behind her broken houses twisted metal a mountain of rubble nothing recognisable I look at this image and I see her rocking I see her mouth open a wail of anguish I hear her wail wailing is the same in any language needs no translation palpable anguish I hear her wail she alone shows me what it means the agony of 10000 dead what next where how
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tricia-lambert
New Zealander
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 10:52 AM UTC
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