the militia came in waves, so close to the home-sea
lacing up their own stories into bootsraps and visionaries
"the men will keep us alive"
an old woman too worn to see
i cannot blame her
for a life of indifferance
could not have seen otherwise
old country colors
still stained with red
what is not at work?
her arms and
his mind
where are we?
cloudless?
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