To willingly act in unity before we willingly forget in despair


The smoke never really clears. The smell of sulfur and saltpeter lingers, a haze swirling over the blood-smeared floors of schools, churches and movie theaters, a sinking fog kissing the grey, turned ground of fresh graves, seeping into the chasms of breaking hearts. This is what war is – knowing those who have violently died… Continue reading To willingly act in unity before we willingly forget in despair

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