The artillery had stopped for the first time in three days.
For a few precious hours, the sky over the ruined village was quiet.
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A Love That Could Get Them Both Killed
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My 5-Year-Old Son Pointed at a Woman in a Bakery “Mommy, She Comes to 0ur House When You’re at Work”
The fluorescent, tube style lighting of the pediatric clinic staff pantry hummed a dull, monotonous, vibrating tune. It was a frequency that usually faded…