Friday, 5 June 2009

Pause for Thought

"What was it like? If you were not there you will never know. Go to a cemetery and look at every cross and think of each one as a son or a husband or a father of children and count them, and then you might know a little."
He collects some sand from the beach and places it in a plastic bag.
"Let's go home," he says. "It's over now."

Worth reading.

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