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Chapter 1
The thing about any journey that those who have lived it will tell you is that once it’s over you don’t really want to talk about it anymore. It may seem really odd by a reader’s or listener’s point of view, but it’s just a bit overplayed by anyone who was actually involved. That having been said, there really isn’t a better way to grasp hold of the events than to tell them to someone who wasn’t there.
Wednesday night was a bit chilly. The las. . .
Chapter 1
The thing about any journey that those who have lived it will tell you is that once it’s over you don’t really want to talk about it anymore. It may seem really odd by a reader’s or listener’s point of view, but it’s just a bit overplayed by anyone who was actually involved. That having been said, there really isn’t a better way to grasp hold of the events than to tell them to someone who wasn’t there.
Wednesday night was a bit chilly. The las. . .
I woke up Sunday morning with the sense that something had gone wrong. That something terrible had happened. It wasn’t a precognitive feeling – like there had been an accident I hadn’t heard about yet. I felt more like you do the morning after you unexpectedly lose someone you love. That hurt, lost feeling you get as you prepare to face the prospect of a life without someone you were drinking and laughing with two days ago. The emotional limbo that sits between holding onto the happy p. . .
I woke up Sunday morning with the sense that something had gone wrong. That something terrible had happened. It wasn’t a precognitive feeling – like there had been an accident I hadn’t heard about yet. I felt more like you do the morning after you unexpectedly lose someone you love. That hurt, lost feeling you get as you prepare to face the prospect of a life without someone you were drinking and laughing with two days ago. The emotional limbo that sits between holding onto the happy p. . .