i’m standing with bare feet on a dirt road leading into a torn and abandoned village. there are thatched- roof houses still throwing flames up towards the sky, and smoke rising from fires that have been choked out. slowly inching forward, my feet are burning from the heat of the ground, yet my body is shivering from the cloudy sky above. There are empty bullet cartridges scattered everywhere, and arrows clinging to the buildings, smoke rising from their entry points.

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