Nights in our desert were clear and cold.
I loved it… but I didn’t appreciate it. At least not until it was all gone.
Nights were sacred to us.
But not to the men who attacked our camp that night.
They massacred the men, the boys, ravaged the women and took us girls into slavery.
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In response to First Line Friday 27.08.2021
A 55er of loss
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