A DARK WELCOME

Donbas got a DARK welcome.

The sunflowers are out in bloom.

Valhalla has drained the ranks of men. It's gone, it's gone. Somewhere, sometime in the night all despair will hurt again. Get used to crying without tears, fighting without voice. Into the silence. Into the darkness. Into the distance. To – myself.

There's a feeling of autumn in the air. Of course, not yet still far away, but still. It tethers on, and you know that - it will inevitably come.

The enemy's meat grinder crushes without remorse. And the circle keeps spinning, and so do we. With it and in it.

#24HOURSATWAR

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-Image and Post by Milda Matulaityte-Feldhausen