Like old gods, some of us, far- seeing. Ruined streets, plumes of smoke over Ramadi, Sinjar, flicker on our PC streams from Syria or Myanmar. Here, in Bodrum, Turkey, the still, drowned body of a toddler; there, wanderers through rubble. Moving at dusk along a hill toward Dobova with its poor those more wretched, […]

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