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An etheree inspired by a picture.
They
were in
their twenties
when their future
brutally ended.
On this chilly morning,
the snow had put downy wreaths
on the white crosses. I never
tried to count them. There are too many,
and it is not a large cemetery.
Copyright © A. Ormulyce | Year Posted 2024
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