“Grass Crown*”

Nov 11, 2021 · by Editor

I don’t remember her crying. I don’t remember her fear. I don’t remember him leaving to serve a country that hated him. I don’t remember him coming home to the shouts and slurs spewing forth from neighbors who only saw him as different. None of them remember that he saved their families, their freedom, their fanaticism. But I remember the stories that were told. I can never un-remember that he gave so much for them, who choose to remember nothing. ⋑ ⋑ ⋑ *During the time of the Roman Empire, a grass crown, also known as the obsidional crown, was […]

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