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The promise of my babies was born on September 6th, 1999 in the besieged UN compound in Dili. Tim and I were forced to flee there after militias torched the Hotel Lifau. With tracer fire overhead, fear and inhumanity all around, Tim and I kissed for the first time. Our love began as East Timor entered the last stages of its painful birth. In the midst of evil, greater forces were at play. |
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