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Julia was waiting. Waiting for hope, waiting for the justification for everything she had worked for. She was waiting in the Ambassa..

I have never believed in ghosts But I know that a few haunt me Haunt me in my fantasies and my realities They remind me of good times They remin..

After the frenzy of the city has died down The city is at it's loudest Not in noise But in substance It's the way fog hovers over the city As if ..

The little voice speaks The wind carries it all over the world Can you not hear it? It is so loud, so proud So full of suffering Can you not..

and they have walked with me

Band of Brothers

A book I started, but I have never gotten around to adding anything new. All I have is the first chapter for now...

An introduction

O.o Love

A phone call never haunted as much as this one did