sabrinahasthestars
They were a small people, not noticed even when they lived. Small. Quiet. No one ever took a double glance. But together they stand, forgotten, in the midst of the world. Strong, Like ghosts of giants.
As she stood on the small crest of the hill, the scene unfolded itself before her eyes: long, endless stretches of burned houses and charcoaled ground, scorched telephone poles rising from the debris like broken, jagged arms.