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EVERYTHING CAME BACK to me in the morning. Daylight touched the horizon very slowly as I saw a big gathering from the window of the hut where I used to be a prisoner of the chain, now a prisoner of my own guilt. The funeral.
By D. F. WinkEVERYTHING CAME BACK to me in the morning. Daylight touched the horizon very slowly as I saw a big gathering from the window of the hut where I used to be a prisoner of the chain, now a prisoner of my own guilt. The funeral.