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Sunday, May 29, 2016
the unknown soldier
Long before we moved here, when this house wasn't our home, it was theirs; a family with at least 6 boys. First, living in a small house. One that stood for decades in the shadow cast behind the "new" house. The new house, built block by block, by the men of the family.
Rumor says it took them 7 years. While the house was rising the boys played as boys do. Mud, blood, smears of grass, rain, and sun, leaving behind a sort of sent in the air.
And every once in awhile you find one of the men they left behind. They turn up in the dirt, often missing limbs & twisted faces with worn out expression. Fallen, long forgotten soldiers from wars made out of dust.