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Regrowth

It is in the glow of afternoon light that beauty washes over this place. Nothing is forgotten, even when the evidence of devastation is so overwhelming. Yet, a little green and the warmth of burnished bark hints at a tomorrow not imaginable just a few days ago.

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Over the Fence

She was coming home and the tattered picture stuck to the inside of her carry on pack was the only reality of ’home’ she possessed. Her memories were now more like third party recollections...

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