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    Children in Wartime

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    Children were awakened by sirens during an air raid and rushed to a shelter through dark streets. Though told it was a storm, the sounds were not of rain but of bombs exploding, leaving large craters of silence. After seeing her window, which once showed the starry sky, now only glass shards remained on the floor, a child realized it was no ordinary storm but a bombing that broke the night sky.

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    Children were awakened by sirens during an air raid and rushed to a shelter through dark streets. Though told it was a storm, the sounds were not of rain but of bombs exploding, leaving large craters of silence. After seeing her window, which once showed the starry sky, now only glass shards remained on the floor, a child realized it was no ordinary storm but a bombing that broke the night sky.

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    Children were awakened by sirens during an air raid and rushed to a shelter through dark streets. Though told it was a storm, the sounds were not of rain but of bombs exploding, leaving large craters of silence. After seeing her window, which once showed the starry sky, now only glass shards remained on the floor, a child realized it was no ordinary storm but a bombing that broke the night sky.

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    Children in Wartime

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    Children were awakened by sirens during an air raid and rushed to a shelter through dark streets. Though told it was a storm, the sounds were not of rain but of bombs exploding, leaving large craters of silence. After seeing her window, which once showed the starry sky, now only glass shards remained on the floor, a child realized it was no ordinary storm but a bombing that broke the night sky.

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    Children In Wartime

    Sirens ripped open


    the warm silk of sleep; we ricocheted to the shelter moated by streets
    that ran with darkness.
    People said it was a storm,
    but fl ak*
    had not the right sound
    for rain;
    thunder left such huge craters
    of silence,
    we knew this was no giant
    playing bowls.
    And later,
    when I saw the jaw of glass,
    where once had hung
    my window spun with stars;
    it seemed the sky
    lay broken on my floor.

    Isobel Thrilling

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