As the bracken cleared, strangers footsteps
cemented in mud traced our way to the
peak, mother suddenly froze, only her hair
moved, raising her wind slapped face
towards the sky she found the primate
inside her and expelled it upon the
surrounding moutains. An echo of endless
pain. Father observed from behind his
lowered army cap, we laughed through
hurting lips. And then all was silent.
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