The Field

Rain-washed golden coloured field grass cannot wipe the memory;
dead,
bloodied bodies
strewn across the valley of the Sangre de Cristos

Arrows embedded in the unbeating hearts of the Kachada.

Indian spirits continue to visit, crying for revenge and sucking energy from the residents. Cursed.

Peace does not exist here.

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Camera: Nikon D5600

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