Debris

I walked to the edge. I heard nothing. No sound at all, not even a moan that would make me notice I was close to something alive.

My knee on the ground. My hands on the soil. I saw something there at last. Nothing would speak to me, but yes, there was life in there, moving amongst the debris, surviving in between.

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