Memory Bottle

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PREFACE

The two years of my brother being away from home to fight in the war were long and dark. 

But the day he finally came home, the darkness seemed to get heavier. 

He was no long the humorous, troublesome, lively brother that I remembered. 

He was different. 

And what was worse? He didn't know how to go back to his old self. 

The war had torn him apart. 

I needed to put him back together. 

Even if it took a lifetime. 

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