These are battle-weary warriors of late summer, scorched in the heat and short on rain. Their stories seldom told, their tattered bodies litter the landscape as their lives come a close. I asked her of the battles she fought, but she turned from me and sighed. She kept her secrets for another generation to spill and left me full of questions.

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