They took his life and hers, and the child’s and they took ten thousand more, no, not ten, they multiplied this number again by ten and added to this and all the time we watched and noted the names and faces but there were so many in the end that we could no longer count or remember, and the people became like grains of sand on the shore but oh, how each one glittered there in its absolute perfection.

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