Sunday, 1 April 2012

"..the moment you get back home, write everything down." 

"The memories will fade as you write them out, as we agreed."

"Farewell 112." 

Those were the last words spoken to me, before I looked down and watched my hands and chest burst into light.   

I don't know how to begin. 

I MADE IT HOME!



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