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fishermans daughter

She was not friendly to the camera, but she was a darling making her own toys with the plastic packets. She gradually realized that grandpa was only trying to be friendly and let me take her photograph. However, her smile was brief in that time of terror, the fall of Mulaitivu, I could have hugged her given the chance. I would have been chopped to pieces with the fisherman's knives if I had tried. She haunts my memories. She was not just someone to photograph but to remember. God keep her.

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Uploaded on July 11, 2010
Taken on July 11, 2010