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In an Afghan Garden

Posted on July 13, 2011 by SallyJ

He didn’t know as he shuffled between huts eyes slitted with fatigue, mind numbed by duty, dust settling in his wake; as he smelled something out of place; stopped, sniffed, waited; as a drift of rose scent curled from the … Continue reading →

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