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Apr 2012
The Face looked up.
Mind thought.
Whats up Face?

Face still looked up.
Eyes began to see.
The thing that approach me.

It was like a brick.
It is hard to see.
Then the hard thing, hit me.

Hit me in the face.
For a moment, I left the human race.
To this day, I do not know what it was.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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