She ran across the plaza, nearly flying.
He was alive, though barely, badly swaying.
Presumed deceased, their group of just fifteen
had made their way out of the steaming jungle.
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H, my kids give me no leeway in that situ, I have to pretend I've got hayfever or hiccups.: -)