27 October 2008. Fog wafts over Emeryville, evening air. Whoosh of cars, red lights ringing the bay, I-80, so to speak. Domestic huddle of commerce--the emblems side by side, a show of familiarity, all close in the night. Then, November dawn, a few days early. Albany hill still hidden in gray, brave show of shorebirds, patrolling. School lot empty, single figure swings out of non-descript car--a teacher, early...
Beet fields of Flanders, run of wars. Boys play at soldier, at knight. Every rock has drawn blood. Fierceness of defeat, in the foggy fields. Exhausted, famished, covered in earth--the French soldiers, 1871. Greeted by the townspeople, who wait with lanterns. Shelter, care...
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