She clad her white cotton knitting, rapped her baby within a shawl the cold massaging her lips.
The cold wild chipped on her fingers munching away her nail endings.
Darkness is a daily constant night friend as she wanders the night with her wares, selling all she can offer. A pound of flesh for marauding lions, bananas for the monkeys.
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Heart-rending story of a long devastating war insightfully brought forth from the heart.......