

sweet dispositionIt was a solemn afternoon in late November, 1945. The war was over.sweet disposition
The vigorous stirring of the wind was droning out the distant chirrup of a ravenous sparrow. I watched absent-mindedly as a chilling draft swept through the open window and creaked the rusty hinges of a door. Dreary glows emanated through the shoddy windows, providing little light in the darkness of my home. The heavy clouds seemed to pass day by day without a drizzle. My constant prayers seemed to have gotten nowhere.
I sat wearily on a hard, wooden chair while leaning against the stripped wall and I stared out into the once beautiful meadow. The di
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Kristine
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Har, but I digress. ಠ_ಠ HM.
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Battle not with monsters
lest ye become a monster
and if you gaze into the abyss
the abyss gazes into you.
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