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Balancing a jug of water, I slowly pour it's contents into a flask that was given to me by an old friend who had passed.I pack my bag with a few more boxes of ammunition and MREs.My hand's are worn, t...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Apr 2009 23:16:00 GMT |
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The sound of India pulsates through my head.I grasp a container of gasoline close to my chest as I stagger toward our bridge.I was fooled into believing I could possess that indescribable feeling.I pa...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Mar 2009 22:02:00 GMT |
