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… gray,mud-caked boots wear heavy,and every breath tastes of ash.Here, the wind carries whispers,fragments of promises,and names we’ve carved into blooded earthunspoken prayers pressed into muddy soil.
Denise Larkin, BA (Hons)
PETE KIMBIS
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