The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

You drive the truck north. The engine hums a low, steady note. It is the only sound. The road stretches out. It is gray. The sky is gray. You are a soldier. You have worn the uniform for twenty years. The fabric has worn thin. The insignia is faded. You do not look in the mirror. You know what you see. You see time. It has taken your face. It has taken your strength. You accept this. You are...

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