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Once Upon a Time

Upon the many roads of memories that one travels, the smell of death always seems to linger along with fears’ song, that suddenly it all came back, today, with the sound of car muffler and helicopter hovering overhead, like it never left or that it will always be with me. Guess, old soldiers fight the same war, over and over again, even if it’s only in the mind! 11.11.18 St. Paul, MN.