Children love to be alone because alone is where they know themselves, and where they dream.
Come September, children return to school, grownups to work, and the brain to the head.
Slum kids die slowly, their lives eroded at so languid a pace that even they would have trouble tracing the disintegration. To the children of war death explodes like a car bomb.
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