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I remember wrestling with my father as a child. It was something that I loved to do. He would get on all fours on the floor and I would plow my shoulder into him as hard as I could, just certain it would knock him back if not knock him over. Of course, I could […]

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I sense the calm,Everything still,Everything silent,The smell of fresh blown wind in the air.I stop a moment -Am I alive? Is this heaven?Then I hear the screamsOf broken bodies and wounded souls.I feel the pain searing through my legsAnd the weight of …