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A Diary - Janet the field hand.

by ManiacalEscape

It was Gustav Hunger that brought the storm. We watched in agony at the cruelty of it. Children beheaded in the orchards. Our hands are bloodied now. Nothing grows in the fields of sorrow. The expanse is blinding. Gustav says we are to be made into honest and true working folk. He killed Annie mason yesterday. I miss my boy.
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Dec 27, 2020
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