The Red Flag I called Home
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Ongoing7m
Last published Tue, Aug 12, 2025
I am VV, and while I usually write short stories, this time the tale felt too raw, too rhythmic, to be told in prose. The Red Flag I Called HOME is a journey woven in poems - each one a shard of memory, a fragment of truth, and a step through the shadows toward the light.
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