Macro: Michelle McClelland

My Macromallow

  Here a small gingerbread village is torn by war.  The soldiers came quietly, preying on the weak and ravaging the marshmallows.  Those affected by the tragedy weep for the sacrifices that are to be made – all in the name of deliciousness.  Remember, you can't spell “warmth” without “war.”


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