I dont know what happens to country.
I dont know what happens to country.
Looking over the country with those sunken eyes as if the world out there had been altered or made suspect by what he'd seen of it elsewhere. As if he might never see it right again. Or worse did see it right at last. See it as it had always been, would forever be.
This country was filled with violent children orphaned by war.
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