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Through the eyes of the Lost Soldier The sky is bleeding into the dirt again, and the old hunger crawls up through my boots. It no longer matters. Time does not march out here. It pools beneath a dry creek bed, stagnant and unseen. But when the moon swells, heavy and bruised with copper rust, the cold in my ribs becomes a scald. The scrub does not burn with heat. It burns with memory. Through the tangled mallee, I see the flash of artillery, the orange-red roar of a barrage that never stopped falling, trapped forever inside the rib cages of these dead gums. I taste copper on my tongue, sharp as rifle oil and dried blood. The black heavens press down, bending the whole world inward until I am trapped inside a glass bead of fire. I pace the boundary where red light cuts into deep shadow, waiting for a relief column that lost its heading eighty years ago. Everything here is parched. I am so thirsty. But I do not want water. I want your nourishment. I want your dawn, your warm pulse, as yo...
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Maybe we will find what we lost

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Maybe we will find what we lost

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"Do you remember the cottage?" she said.

"I do," he said. "The dust in the air, the way the light made it glow like gold... It felt alive, didn’t it?"

"It was alive," she said. "Because we were. Everything we touched felt real. It wasn’t about what we had; it was about what we dreamed."

"And we dreamed of this," he said, gesturing vaguely around them. "A life so vast, so full, it would drown out any doubt."

"But it hasn’t, has it?" she said. "The doubt is louder now than it ever was. It’s deafening."

"I hear it too," he said. "Every time I look at what we’ve built, it whispers that we’ve lost something more precious than we could ever gain."

"We lost ourselves," she said. "Or maybe we just left ourselves behind, somewhere back there, in the cottage, on that rug."

"Do you think we can go back?" he said.

"To the cottage?" she said. "No. The cottage is gone. But we can go back to what it meant. To what we were."

"And what were we?" he said.

"Believers," she said. "Not in wealth, not in power, but in each other. In that life we could create together, not apart."

"It’s strange," he said. "We’ve climbed so high, yet it feels like the ground is further away than ever."

"Because we stopped touching it," she said. "Stopped feeling it beneath our feet. And now, here we are, suspended in a life that feels... weightless."

"Weightless and empty," he said.

"But it doesn’t have to stay that way," she said.

"Do you really believe that?" he said.

"I do," she said. "Because I still hear the song. Do you?"

"The one from the cottage?" he said. "I thought I’d forgotten it. But now... now I think it’s been playing all along."

"It has," she said. "We just stopped listening. But if we can hear it again, we can follow it. It’s never too late."

"And if we follow it?" he said.

"Maybe we’ll find what we lost," she said. "Not the past, but the part of ourselves we left there."

"Together?" he said.

"Always together," she said.



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