I lift off my bed and place my feet upon he floor of my cell.
The smell of a cigar lingered in the air.
My head felt as if a monster had ransacked my mind.
I began to read the letters from my colleague.
He had said ' I'm in a distant land and will return when my shadow ran high.'
I then went to my telescope, I looked at the stars, they look like a nativity scene.
But in theory that could never be.
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Written August 7th, 2006
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