When I returned, Kabul was unrecognizable. The air was heavy with sorrow, the café-goers of Pul-e-Surkh were despondent, and the flowers had withered
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Love in the Geography of Values
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When I returned, Kabul was unrecognizable. The air was heavy with sorrow, the café-goers of Pul-e-Surkh were despondent, and the flowers had withered