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Above: “As I approached the outskirts of Ground Zero, I came upon these three children. The oldest child was pushing the younger ones in this makeshift cart. They stopped and looked at me, uncertain as to what I might do. I gave the oldest one an apple; he bit into it, then passed it to the next child. At once, a swarm of flies descended on the apple but the children shared the apple in solemn silence, oblivious to the flies flying in and out of their mouths.” from Japan 1945, A U.S. Marine’s Photographs from Ground Zero by Joe O’Donnell |
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