Right or Left!

Under the rubble, her body has remained for days and days. When the war ends, we try to remove the rubble, stone after stone. We only find a bone from her body. It is a bone from her arm. Right or left, it does not matter as long as we cannot find the henna from the neighbors’ wedding on her skin, or the ink from a school pen on her little index finger.

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