In The Witness Box
Belsen, 6/5/1945: My hair whipped wildly as I leaned against the wired enclosure of the military airfield, squinting sourly at the trajectory...
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Belsen, 6/5/1945: My hair whipped wildly as I leaned against the wired enclosure of the military airfield, squinting sourly at the trajectory...
'Here arrives a sin of man With it, a mark of filth that stained And a blemish on moonflower petals gained Find...
Her scissor leaped like shears over hayfields as she snipped off tresses of braids, locks coming undone deftly. The lady before her,...
"Even if I had known, my only sovereign, my words wouldn't have changed..." ** Since time immemorial, there has been inane drivel...