A nice cup of coffee On the morning of March 8th, 1865. Dear Mom and dad. We’re tired. Scared. Hungry. Just barely alive. Winter’s gone but there’s no crops. Sometimes when we march, I feel like we’re already dead, wandering[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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We Won ! …now what ? Victory by itself is so meaningless. One must first imagine his future before having one. Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook