Flight ninety-three in our mind,
Whenever we fear an attack,
But flight ninety-three we can’t find,
Our flight and our fight there hijacked.
No flight or fight
"And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city." – Isaiah 1:8
Cucumber Lodge 
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