Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Who needs luxuries

...when you have leopard-print nightgowns.

The ruins of Abu Musab al-Zarqawi's house are strewn with a random jumble of wreckage -- magazines, a leopard-print nightgown, a religious slogan and a few hints at the violent career of Iraq's most wanted man.

What is left of the "safe house" where the leader of al Qaeda in Iraq lived suggests that he and his companions lived there with few luxuries.

The U.S. military took reporters to the village of Hibhib, near the town of Baquba north of Baghdad, three days after its air strike killed Zarqawi, blamed for the grisly beheadings of hostages and the killings of thousands in suicide bombings.

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