Where once death ran rampant
Grass grows
Spring green shoots, tender
and sweet,
undulate softly, glistening with dew,
pointed tips bathed
in dawn's fragile rays, sprout from
ash stained earth,
Where once death ran rampant,
Grass now grows.
"Write what should not be forgotten." — Isabel Allende
Where once Death
January 6, 2026
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