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        His ripped shirt is barely visible in the dust and smoke. He kneels in the rubble, bloody faded jeans loose on his hips, tan skin lined with ragged cuts and bruises underneath. Long dark hair, now dusty white and matted with blood, ripples in the wind like a tattered flag of surrender.         He can't feel the pain.         Broken jaws whisper of sadness.         Broken voices scream of loss.         And his broken eyes turn toward t