The Light[h.s] a.u.

The Light[h.s] a.u.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jul 10, 2016
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" Focus on my voice and pay attention to the light! " " Pay attention to the light! " A voice that sounded so familiar yet so strange, so close yet so far away kept trying to keep me focused on the light, but all I could think of was the dull ache and numbing pain throughout my entire body was as I fell into the cold blanket of darkness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The story of a man and woman trying to make due of the rough lives their past have folded upon them and their future is soon the reveal.
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