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Meet Me in Gaza by Louisa B. Waugh: Sometimes we forget how lucky we are

On Friday afternoon I sat reading in my garden in glorious sunshine. No missiles landed, no guns were fired. I wasn’t worried about whether the power would stay on or if I would be able to find basic supplies at my local Co-op. If I’d wanted to, I could have bought a cheap plane ticket …

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