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The 1960's are remembered in the US for drugs and free love. There is a bit of both in this story, but its focus is on something bigger.
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Pale in a grey world - he watched.
Breathing. Yes. Death had arrived.
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I am a cat that walks through walls. I go everywhere; I see all.by Wildbluesun 600 words, 10 comments, on Aug 27 10:46 AM 2007. In Dark, Despair, First person, Hope, Light, Philosophical, Utopia
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In a room in a suburban house, I moved towards her. The day was grim and fading, but I kept the lights off. The cold made us keep our sweaters on, though we looked at each otheby 400 words, 46 comments, on Mar 29 8:58 PM 2006. In <200 paragraphs, Despair, First person, Memory, Romance
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