Paradox
by John Kent
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Nearby the legless soldier grows a purple flower. It did not hear the shellbursts. Nor does it hear the screams of the wounded or the silence of the dead that cluster around it. It grows straight and strong, tasting the nectar of fading dewdrops as they fall into the blood that relentlessly seeps toward it. In the sun that gives it life it blooms in brilliant glory while all around it the dead quickly wither under a warm, blue sky. |
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