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Glorious Violence - Fighting the dying light
The Japanese Cherry stands in front of me, shivering and trembling. She shies away from the breeze, and her Cherry Blossoms look like cotton balls soaked in blood. It’s noon, and I hear the crickets. They sound like a man with a slit throat gurgling. The sky is a pale beige, and red birds fly …