Dead Flags & Breathing Canvas
Post-Apocalyptic Fiction I walked down what was once a city street, now weathered, split, and overgrown. The remnants of an American flag still flew high above be me. It stood tall and arrogant....
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Post-Apocalyptic Fiction I walked down what was once a city street, now weathered, split, and overgrown. The remnants of an American flag still flew high above be me. It stood tall and arrogant....
