Home. It's such a simple word, one I never knew would come to mean as much to me as it has. It once was my dad's house, then my uncle's farm. Mostly it's meant wherever Charlie and I were together. Now, though, it's you. It's your letters, your words. They're the place I go to with my fears, where I find comfort, where I feel safe.
Kristina McMorris
In seven days God had created the Earth. In a single day mankind had turned it upside down.
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The line between him and the enemy had simultaneously blurred and solidified. Somehow, while perhaps it shouldn't have, this thought provided a strange sense of peace.
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The whole world can become the enemy when you lose what you love.
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Were prayers of murderers, when fighting on the right side of the war, ever heard let alone answered?
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