A Garden Without Flowers

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He stood there in the centre of a circle made of the dead plants, thinking. He thought about a lot of things. He thought about his life before the war, raising his little brother, how much time he had left.All Rights Reserved

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A Garden Without Flowers
Fri, Apr 21, 2017

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