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The woods ,dark ,with a chill in the air,wind gently wispering the name of my wife.I think will I ever get back to her ,will I ever again feel the touch of her ,smell her scent which drives me wild? Voices ! I hear Voices; I am here , over here I yell but nobody comes. I'm cold ,its cutting threw me , at home I'd be sitting in front of the fire .Where are you I yell ? Am I going crazy,has the cold finally got to my mind ,lying here on the ground. My heart heavy from thoughts,body tired ;so tired .Is this what death feels like; the ground sucking me down ,the cold darkness .
Warmth suddenly I feel warm reaching around I feel someone lying next to me .I reach over and feel a breast rising with each breath .Waking ,Its her protecting me from the night,I'm home in bed ,it's only a dream ,kissing the back of her neck and pulling the blanket back on me ,I fall back to sleep.
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may the sound of the pipes make your blood boil and rise you up
my brothers. 9/11 Never Forget
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In The Dark, short story
