The way you see them

27126501036_9bd6baa3ce_o.jpgThe way the girls go up the stairs, together but not. The way the boy looks over his shoulder, yet anchors himself to that fence. The way you see them as kids being kids, in that sweet space between child and teen, on the prowl for cake or friends or a bathroom perhaps. The way you forget they are refugee children-of-war.

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