The human body deconstructed, stripped of the spark that animates, is a most powerful image. A dead body, skeletal remains, a pinch of ash...
For the children of war, I can cry. There is nothing that rouses my emotions, that brings me to the door of ultimate compassion, like the innocent suffering the torments of war. An uprising of emotion, a welling of tears, a promise to strike down the self-imposed dam...
No words can capture these thoughts and feelings, but actions can give them meaning.
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