As Anna spoke with the translator the woman went silent. Tears streamed down her face as she grasped a photo of the sons who were just executed outside her front door. She made eye contact with the camera, her eyes sunken and lost. Then she began to weep and speak to the room. “What’s the point of writing? What’s the point of talking? I swear, if we could save them, our tears would fill gallons. Our tears could fill gallons and form a river.” Read more…
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