My eyes burn from dust and rubbing them makes things worse. Mud soaks my shoes but I barely notice any of this. I’m not going anywhere.
I look around the circle at the dirt-smeared faces of men with whom I share my mission and occupation. We all stare as deep into each other’s eyes as our pupils allow, trying to search the intentions
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