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Bloody spots, a cross.
Rusty bars, blond hair flows.
Little trainer, fallen trees.
Blood, trainers, bars and hair.
Everywhere.
Some hearts are iron made.
A cross, a star, an old woman praying.
A residential home, Sahara desert.
Deserted church. The priest is dead.
The school yard in silence.
Incensed silence.
A wrinkled hand lets go of something.
It´s a rosary. Naked foot. Crimson dust.
The end of story...
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