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While I Wait: A Journey of Recovery

Memories of Life in a Besieged City

Copyright W.C.Turck 2009My city was burning and all I could do is stand and watch as it slowly disappeared in the fast approaching night. Pressing my face to the window in order to escape the glare of my reflection I continued to watch the dance of the bullets, now creating a surreal road map on the landscape of air. The cold spring breeze felt good on my forehead as it seeped through the glass. Every so often, the picture blurred as my silent, unsolicited tears accumulated following the chocking grip of the heavy sadness that washed through my body, ebbing and flowing in the rhythm of the fire.


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