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M. T. Kretschmar
What has happened to my sisters? I thought I heard them cry. They are stifled back and quiet now. All they do is hesitate. They give no sign of playing. Their heartbeats measure thin. We cannot hear their lives. We see them fall. Have they been pushed? We never heard them cry.
Where have my sisters gone? We cannot see them now. They are hiding in the brimstone, the scithy trees for nigh. They are blending with the ground now. Their fear has got them real.