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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3758 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Nauru Autumn I do not know what it is that draws me here; Her story is no different from that of countless others. They are all fleeing death, only to reach this end. Entire lifesavings dissolve into dark waves of ocean. That leaky boat, it sways mockingly even as Water seeps in like cheap blood. I can see this in my mind, and now, before me Please, her eyes whisper. They’ve pushed her in now, and her fingers are deathly white through the checkered wire. She has reached her destination: a land of opportunity and Freedom The word slips bitterly off my tongue and into the pitching seas. It beckons treacherously for more to follow suit. |
