The Rober Graves poem of war below fits the emotion
that emerged as I processed this photograph. Please comment
if you see and feel like sharing.
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| "Man Is But Grass" 2011 |
"Kill if you must, but never hate:
Man is but grass and hate is blight,
The sun will scorch you soon or late,
Die wholesome then, since
You must fight."
Robert Graves
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