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lunes, 20 de diciembre de 2010
A Warehouse Holds Families’ New Memories in Afghanistan
In the dilapidated concrete building where they live, the windows are gaping holes. The doors are gone, too. One entryway is covered by a blanket. After dark they live by the uncertain light spun off by hurricane lanterns, or by a propane lamp.
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