I crumble the leaf
Into a million pieces
Scattered like lost dreams
About the Creator
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What Still Stands
What Still Stands A Trilogy Spoken by the People Invocation Let this be read without allegiance to power and without fear of truth. Let the words remember what systems forget and speak for what was never meant to be erased. May this offering belong to the people— the living, the grieving, the trying— and return dignity to where it was denied. Read slowly. Breathe between lines. This is not accusation alone— it is remembrance.
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This sounds like the first line of a book to be read by firelight through the winter, drawing you into the story and not letting you go. Thank you for writing and sharing.