Love
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The day I looked up from my labor, my fashionable loin cloth no longer new or foreign to me, I arrived at a divergence in my life’s journey.
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I lay in the cool night on a woven straw mat, unable to sleep. Insomnia was not unusual in such circumstances. The beer and strange foods that required mental concentration to fool the palate made my head and my stomach unsettled.
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He was a half bubble out of level and probably off his meds again. I didn’t plan on shooting him. I liked him. I was just going to roll with it. Two soldiers with too much brain pain and nightmares to not be disposable drove down the road quoting lines from Hitch Hikers Guide to…
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When confronted with the loss of a loved one, we prefer the bitter truth to a life of not knowing why they disappeared from our life.
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Love knows no boundaries in this short story of two cultures colliding.
Hyperion Sky 