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She didn’t cry. The birds were watching. And someone had to stay still so the silence wouldn’t flee. The ground beneath her bled in maps— arteries of memory leading nowhere. A monument leaned, its heart unplugged, its veins rusted shut with history. She wore a coat too green for mourning, too small to carry what the sky dropped without asking. Her eyes— holes in the world. Round. Blank. Still echoing the blast that shaped her. Shells littered the sand like questions, unanswered and ticking. But the birds kept flying. And she kept standing. Because what else does a child do when war forgets to take them?
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She didn’t cry. The birds were watching. And someone had to stay still so the silence wouldn’t flee. The ground beneath her bled in maps— arteries of memory leading nowhere. A monument leaned, its heart unplugged, its veins rusted shut with history. She wore a coat too green for mourning, too small to carry what the sky dropped without asking. Her eyes—holes in the world, round and blank, still echoing the blast that shaped her. Shells littered the sand like questions, unanswered and ticking. But the birds kept flying. And she kept standing. Because what else does a child do when war forgets to take them? She didn’t cry. The birds were watching.
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