.August 6th
Aug. 6th, carved in desks with old knives:
Back when our common cause was alive, and--let's say--the hyacinth fields were in bloom, children watched as the soldiers marched by,all the birds fell like frogs from the sky, prostrate in the streets every crescent moon, loneso.
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