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April 2014

Hidden Treasures

She was thinking Only the last two hours of patrolling in the street were available, and I could survive. Shakes continued. The first time she felt uneasy this morning as she walked into a bush. Someone is watching me. The hot wind blew through the…

Heavy Load

I won’t bore you with any details about my work the last few weeks mainly because I suspect you all have seen that frenzied look in my eyes, so you have a sense of it. And a week ago Sunday, it wasn’t a frenzy, and I wasn’t even running on fumes anymore; I was gasping for air.