December 31, 2011 08:19:57 PM
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Irwin

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I can’t tell where I am, not exactly. When the bombs fell, I just ran but couldn’t tell which direction, the smoke too thick to see the sun. Nothing is familiar, just shells of buildings. They are jamming GPS. Street signs are burnt twisted pieces of metal. The sound of tanks and drunken soldiers is getting louder, but the din surrounds us, masking its source. If you can find me, don’t. Save the movement. Save yourse

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