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The Greed of War
The Greed of War. The thirsty land, sand stretched miles, money grubbing tree roots searching for precious drops of blood. Tiny creatures scuttle across the shifting dunes of forgotten dreams Once it was green, fertile, juice filled, quenching, slaking til abundance became bound to a few. Poverty steals the very sips…
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Hello world!
Welcome!My name is Hilary and if you feel pushed to the margins then my task is to share the grace I have found there.
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