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Grace felt down to feel her two leg stumps; her legs had been cut off or what was left of them once the bomb had done its worse during the London blitz. She felt bandages, felt the pain, wriggled her toes not there, tried to think them still there, but they were no longer there, just space where they were. Grace couldn't see, she was blind; no sight to see legs not there now, unable to go *** unaided; that's what it felt like to her being down graded.
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Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
Grace Felt Down 1940.
Grace felt down to feel her two leg stumps; her legs had been cut off or what was left of them once the bomb had done its worse during the London blitz. She felt bandages, felt the pain, wriggled her toes not there, tried to think them still there, but they were no longer there, just space where they were. Grace couldn't see, she was blind; no sight to see legs not there now, unable to go *** unaided; that's what it felt like to her being down graded.
TerryCollett
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Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
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