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Through
the
warped
window
I
saw
the
sky
,
crystal
blue
,
seeming
to
stretch
forever
.
A
cloud
drifted
lazily
along
.
I
turned
to
face
the
window
,
and
like
a
bone
-
dry
sponge
soaking
up
water
,
my
body
absorbed
the
clear
boundless
sky
.
You
hated
being
alone
,
but
you
kept
your
distance
from
the
barracks
,
slept
and
woke
in
solitude
,
because
it
was
too
hard
to
face
the
friends
you
knew
were
going
to
die
Trapped
in
a
cruel
,
unending
nightmare
,
your
only
thoughts
were
for
them
.
You
couldn
’
t
bear
to
lose
even
one
of
them
,
no
matter
who
.
Red
was
your
color
,
yours
and
yours
alone
.
It
should
rest
with
you
.
I
will
paint
my
Jacket
sky
blue
,
the
color
you
told
me
you
loved
when
we
first
met
.
In
a
field
of
a
million
soldiers
,
I
will
stand
out
from
all
the
rest
,
a
lightning
rod
for
the
enemy
’
s
attacks
.
I
will
be
their
target
.
I
sat
there
for
some
time
holding
the
last
cup
of
coffee
she
’
d
ever
made
,
for
someone
she
’
d
barely
known
.
Its
thin
aroma
stirred
in
me
an
insufferable
longing
and
sadness
.
A
small
colony
of
blue
-
green
mold
bobbed
on
the
surface
of
the
coffee
.
Raising
the
cup
to
my
lips
,
I
drank
.