Trapped in Gaza
"I hear there are children there — like Hiba, Omar, Ranana — who might
appreciate the simple textures of a day spent outside, of a sky that
beckons and does not bellow. I wonder: would these children trade places
with me now? No, I would not wish that upon them. Better yet, let us
take a trip together, to some other shore, where there is not a single
pockmark — not one."
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