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This series of essays is not a war memoir; it’s not an academic study. It also isn’t a collection of personal stories. While it includes pieces of those, along with reflection, it is rooted in what we lived, witnessed, or heard...
In Kabul, winter smelled like smoke. A smell I still notice, even far from there...
When danger lasts long enough, it doesn’t stay contained within individual lives...
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