Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Unheard

Alone in the smoky battle field I declare my victory. “Victory” -- my shout was picked up by the wind and carried across the field. Still, my glow, my elation was missed by all, and the words fell only on my own ears. The wild rye swayed undisturbed. I hosted my flag a little higher, determined to establish my presence.

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