How soon

This is actually a snippet dropping the full one tommorow
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still confused i stood i could no longer bear the noise inside. and so here i was waiting for no one. but with myself alone i just enjoyed natures free gift and kept my ears to the ground. 'amfara' was a common phrase we were used to. this never came as a suprise as it was the tone for the alarm that rose in every unrest. How this started nobody knew... what everyone could do was to blame a religion. And hope it will end soon. The question i was never quick to forget was how soon is soon, when is soon? and what is soon i will keep on asking these and papa would tell me its on how feverent you pray. Feverent? I would ask, but people have died and.....
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Wired6

I like this Emmanuel. x

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