A few never fled the crumbled city. Each holding out faith that they would be rescued. Each day their numbers dwindled...
A few never fled the crumbled city. Each holding out faith that they would be rescued. Each day their numbers dwindled...

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A few never fled the crumbled city. Each holding out faith that they would be rescued. Each day their numbers dwindled into silence.
© 2019 By Duane Kirby Jensen,
9 x 12 watercolor, ink, and graphite on watercolor paper

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