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Slipped, the Dogs of War Go Howling

We slip from ignorance into denial, slipping rosy-colored glass before our eyes to stare into the sun in ardent search for light.  Tears slip down our cheeks, we walk on blindly, ignoring each red flag, surprised when hell breaks loose … Continue reading

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