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"Surely until all of us own and honor one another's dead, until we have admitted to our murders and forgiven one another and ourselves for what we have done, there can be no truce, no dignity and no peace."
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Source: Alexandra Fuller (2011). “Cocktail Hour Under the Tree of Forgetfulness”, p.146, Simon and Schuster
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