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Every time I visit Iraq in pictures, I die another little death.  

Yesterday I was in Sadr City.  I insisted that I would stay — even while I watched families leaving the city ahead of the rumored air raids.  I sat eating a nervous breakfast when I heard a whirr and a violent crash; I went deaf a split second before the US mortar round killed me.  I was a thirty-five year old woman; how had I survived that long?

 

I’ve edited my face into the circumstances;  see below.

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I look down to see a hair curled along the ground. As I bend down to get a better view, the hair flusters and folds. I can see neither an end nor a beginning.

Taking its gage between my fingers, I realize the hair is born of my chin, still attached.
 

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

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