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At the foot of a wooden cross, a woman in black clings to the base, trembling.
She presses her lips to the wood.
The cross holds her grief.
A quiet act of faith in a land still at war.
At the foot of a wooden cross, a woman in black clings to the base, trembling.
She presses her lips to the wood.
The cross holds her grief.
A quiet act of faith in a land still at war.