Smoke burned my eyes. Through tears I could see a crimson moon rise from behind the hills, dripping red, shedding blood as it went up, ridding itself from the filth of our victory.
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For Trifecta. I posted this just in time! Hope you like it.
Smoke burned my eyes. Through tears I could see a crimson moon rise from behind the hills, dripping red, shedding blood as it went up, ridding itself from the filth of our victory.
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For Trifecta. I posted this just in time! Hope you like it.
Affecting. Enjoyed.
Thank you.
Very powerful!
🙂 Thanks
Vivid and gripping. Well done Sandra!
Thanks. Sue 🙂
Grim but good.
Thanks Draug 🙂
Grim indeed, loved ‘filth of our victory.”