A Micro Graphic Novel Project |
Escape |
By Ben Yates |
http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node_id=384487 |
Only houses, train stations. |
It was a sunny day in October when they cut down the Forest. |
A wind had blown across East Germany in the last five years, and now the woods she'd watched as a child through the cheap, solid socialist glass were being swept away. |
When the wind blows, you go with it, her grandfather had said when the Russians came. |
They never found her. |
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