Soft downy hair tickles my arm, and I watch as she wiggles, wavering between squeezing out a few more moments of playtime or succumbing to the heaviness falling on her lids. Her eyes blink…
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As far as the eye can see there is devastation. Rubble is heaped where buildings once stood. Ebony skin is covered in blood and dust. On the streets are bodies lying haphazard, some covered…