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Darkness covers the mine and every color falls to the bullet of black. Fingers, numb and cold continue to claw along jagged edges of granite and mica toward the faintest dream of light. Teeth struggle to grind meals of bitter coal broken into tiny parts. There is solace in those few moments when eyes may shut and lush green landscapes invade the murky quiet. They will not imagine death in a place darker than the grave as bodies fight fading into a cleft of Earth's damp pit. They emerge, covered in soot and eyes tear as light penetrates every cell, as magnificent as the first time they ever noticed the sun, then a glorious gust of wind, like God was blowing a kiss.
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Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 10:15 AM UTC
Alive: to Meng Xianchen and Meng Xianyou
Darkness covers the mine and every color falls to the bullet of black. Fingers, numb and cold continue to claw along jagged edges of granite and mica toward the faintest dream of light. Teeth struggle to grind meals of bitter coal broken into tiny parts. There is solace in those few moments when eyes may shut and lush green landscapes invade the murky quiet. They will not imagine death in a place darker than the grave as bodies fight fading into a cleft of Earth's damp pit. They emerge, covered in soot and eyes tear as light penetrates every cell, as magnificent as the first time they ever noticed the sun, then a glorious gust of wind, like God was blowing a kiss.
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Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 10:15 AM UTC
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