Sunday, October 30, 2011



Love her as in childhood
Though feeble, old and grey
For you'll never miss a mother's love
Till she's buried beneath the clay

(Frank McCourt, Angela's Ashes)

An Iraqi boy who sleeps beside his 'mother' (which he drew himself) who died in the war. Perhaps he just missed his mother's warmth.

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