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"Years from now, no one will remember what it was you were fightin' for, lad,"
she chided as he ducked out of the doorway. And then, when he was
buried in a hole much longer than most, she sighed for the knife wounds in his chest, and his bloodied hand. She wanted to believe that he had tried to end the conflict.
The church fell, the graves sank, and trees grew: tall trees, wide in girth and strong in limb. Yet, a storm toppled one and tangled in its roots, his medieval skeleton was raised. The archaeologists debated his demise.

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    Neville Hunt about 7 years ago

    I agree with Drew, very well written and thought-provoking. Great stuff.

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    Neville Hunt about 7 years ago

    ....and I love the subtle height references.

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    Chris Walker about 7 years ago

    Lovely language and imagery.

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    Julie about 7 years ago

    Excellent drabble, D.M.

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    Melanie about 7 years ago

    Fantastic take on a historical moment and recent discovery.

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    Olga Klezovitch about 7 years ago

    Very nice Drabble.

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    Iarwain Olofsson almost 7 years ago

    Makes one think.
    Thanks.

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