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My eyes don’t want to open, but with every wince I can see the sand of a dessert surrounding me. The ache of my bones and twinge of my muscles...

“How are we doing today Mrs. Jordan?” The nurse's voice echoes against the bare walls of my room. They are a light shade of blue that I...

I guess this is it.  I run my hand along the side of the train, my fingers grazing the names roughly carved into the side. It’s tradition, I...