The loud children's eyes had weakness like strength. The dying plants held summer rain with uncertainty. As the sting of pebbles in teh hazy, dying light rained down with nightly runes, the young watched nights like Romeo watched Juliet.
"Living. We win battles with rules harder than our enemies weaknesses."
Wars, games, rules, rides. Crazy things like loud voices and tawny-eyed boys. Towards the horizon, crazy and dying, one stand hazy like the livng were meaningless.
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