The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

You dream of the fence. It is tall. White. Picket. It stretches from the left horizon to the right. It does not end. You are on the inside. Your brother is on the outside. He is not shouting. He is just standing there. Looking at you. The grass is dry. Yellow. Cracked earth. You try to touch the wood. Your hand passes through. The wood is smoke. The white is ash. You wake up. The air is cold....

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