Uplifted sandstone layers, reaching for the sky at the Garden of the Gods near Pikes Peak, Colorado
Sabers for their eyes
“Let me tell you, my friend, that I no longer know the taste of sleep. The bodies of children and the screams of the injured and their blood-soaked images never leave my sight. The cries of mothers and the wailing of men who are missin…
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