© i come to wonder in the middle of the night why certain personalities provoke me to a fight is it weakness or strength dressed in disguise soldiers gather medals but it is no surprise that folks despise a civilian dressed in armor, a woman dressed to kill all convention, distention, prolonged detention a woman dressed to re-create the fabric of her will it’s time for folks to realize the [...]
The woman made her way between sage and chaparral, having left no footprints in her wake. Small animals froze in the underbrush, crickets ceased their chirping. No birds flew overhead. She would make it safe for her children; they were ready to return. She had all the time in the world. The observer clambered down the makeshift ladder, dropping the last few feet before pitching face first into the dirt. [...]
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