The sun casts its hue upon the front line of frail foot-soldiers. They stand slightly coated in a fine layer of plaster and one coat of discounted paint, their facades undulating in height and butchered treatment through the choked haze of a petroleum oasis.
They admonish that we enter and fight the good fight for that uncompromised cause unseen: "You needn't doubt the captain. Nothing will test this line. We live amidst placid times. Our walls of brittle green paper and words will still shelter you."
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