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05 August 2007 @ 01:20 am
Where Do We Go When There Is No Road To Follow  
There is something so moving about talking with someone who has almost seen the threshold of death, but instead has been able to avoid it and remain among the living and breathing (I guess those two go hand in hand). I don't want to go into it because I'm afraid I'll lose it again, but last night while surveying the wreckage of the bridge I was able to talk with a survivor. He was such a sweet, teddy bear of a guy. Omar was his name. As he told me his story there was one solitary tear grasping onto the corner of his left eye. I'll never forget that image as long as I live. I hope that he can one day have some sort of semblance to his life again, wherever he may be now.

Goodnight.
~A
 
 
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