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Something Happened I saw this woman gardening and singing dirges in a cemetery. She said, “I am from Karabakh. My village was burned down by Armenian troops, and my three sons were killed. They are buried here. I became the volunteer gardener to be close to them.” When I told her I was in Karabakh during that conflict, something happened to her face and her mind. She just went back to those days. That is the moment that you see in this photograph. | |