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Troy burns, and her walls cave in around her like a mother’s arms, embracing her children sweetly and sinking to her knees amid the swirling dust. in the ashes, they fell her embrace as they bleed and writhe and stare up at the smoke-obscured sky, flames closing in around the edges of their vision as their city burns and folds in over them, putting them sweetly to sleep to the tune of victory songs in other tongues.
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
HECABE: So in the end the gods did nothing for us. - euripides, trojan women, line 1472.
Troy burns, and her walls cave in around her like a mother’s arms, embracing her children sweetly and sinking to her knees amid the swirling dust. in the ashes, they fell her embrace as they bleed and writhe and stare up at the smoke-obscured sky, flames closing in around the edges of their vision as their city burns and folds in over them, putting them sweetly to sleep to the tune of victory songs in other tongues.
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
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