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Sunday, July 13, 2008

HOSPITAL

HOSPITAL The air was dry, cold, static in the atmosphere. The rubber mute steps on the wet pavement escort the quiet dispair. The terracotta building immobile, threatening awaits... Inside, the artificial warmth welcomes the quiet dignified faces. All is natural, normal. No pain, no sorrow; only... Sign in to see full entry.

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