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Old and weak since 1984 no one had heard of him, had traveled from far across the seas and bonded with his past his narrative neared an old blurred tale,

It couldn’t be told after the war what was next but many including the Germans were in doubt and now the russians, scribbling in his coated grey raincoat he matched to the forest for his tent,

Until after the war it was drought and fear lurked and people were running away from their past immediate lives in such a hurry, it was one death or the other or one fire outbreak, it was so in the news for weeks,

While one hovers on I set and sight tunnels from afar and the immigrants do not walked blindly but slip into the boats and canoes through the canal sail to the blues.