It was a stark and wormy bight…

The leaves littered, and no one cared, not even the street sweepers who leaned on their brooms with vacant expressions. The rope hung limply, draped over the rung of a ladder, relieved of its years holding flag to pole, awaiting its final fate. The flag, hoisted aloft once again, sagged against the pole and the […]


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