Fearing the destroyer of worlds

There was once a dream that was Africa.

You could only whisper it. Anything more than a whisper and it would vanish…

it was so fragile, the delicacy of a budding flower. With the promise of strength and beauty oozing from its dust and shadow of its faces.

And I fear that it will not survive the apocalypse coming.

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