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On bright midsummer morning, a man leaves his wife heeding the call of his country to fight for glory and justice.

On a warm midsummer afternoon, a woman receives news of her husband’s return.

For the man, a casket is prepared.

For him, she prepares his favorite meal.

The mood is sombre as the men march back home, the load heavy on their shoulders and hearts.

She hums a jaunty tune while setting the table, feeling all of her stress melt away.

On a midsummer evening, a man becomes his favorite meal.

On a midsummer night, a woman eats alone.

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    D.M. over 7 years ago

    Interesting! I reread it several times.

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