Today's Photo
They stood under the flowering tree, below a full moon. Who were they? Why were they there? None knew. They stood back to back of each other in silence. All any one did know was they were someone of importance or at least one of them was. They were dressed in fine clothing, which seemed out of place in the shabby village. No one from the village dared go near them. None wished to deal with those swords.
So they came and went as they wished, while the village watched and came up with its own tales about them. Never knowing who they really were.
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