Like ghosts of lands once stolen from
ashes dust the thresholds of new beginnings —
the end of what was
that which we never knew to be
still.
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Featured Image via Lenny Miles
Like ghosts of lands once stolen from
ashes dust the thresholds of new beginnings —
the end of what was
that which we never knew to be
still.
__
Featured Image via Lenny Miles
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