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“I looked out over the ruined rooftops we could see. The pockmarked mortar. The plastic sheets fluttering in the breeze from blown out windows. “One day, our city will be back to normal. Our lives will be what they once were. Hold on to hope and don’t give up,” Mama said. She was talking about fairy tales.” — Amra Pajalic
I looked out over the ruined rooftops we could see. The pockmarked mortar. The plastic sheets fluttering in the breeze from blown out windows.
“One day, our city will be back to normal. Our lives will be what they once were. Hold on to hope and don’t give up,” Mama said.
She was talking about fairy tales.