Janice Marie Foote's Musings

Spend your years wisely and you'll have less regrets to cash in at the end...

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Black shadows on green leaves throw abstract shapes across their backs.
They quiver as the breeze blows between their empty spaces.
They are now at their point between seasons of coming and going.
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Bloodied flags hang from fragments of the abandoned houses.
Remains of the dead are scattered throughout the deserted streets.
There is no one left to sing the national anthem at mid-day!
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... JMF (c) ...