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| Choice, a deadly terrorist armed with bullets, infiltrates a sunny afternoon of cotton dresses splashed with multi-coloured cats. Sneaking beneath the rhythm of balls playing counting games against the kitchen wall. It begins innocently enough. A childish charge into a shadow cooled house a the sound of her name. Racing full tilt into an ambush of angry voices fighting for possesion of nine-year old territory. Tears and ferocious smiles wolfing abrupt commands and reassuring phrases. A small boy's hand, plucking at skirts to catch attention, and tempt with a brothers love, a baby sister, offered like Eve's apple. The casualty list will be years long. And childhood become a a stateless refugee. |
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