Frank sat in his recliner with an open book in his lap. His eyes were closed and he had not moved in two hours. It was only five-o-clock on a Saturday afternoon, so his wife knew he was probably not taking a nap. Frank’s faithful dog, Butch lay at his feet and hadn’t moved since he sat down. A radio was quietly playing in the background and because this normally vibrant man was so quiet and still for so long, his wife thought it best to check and see if he were alright.

At first, she stood in the doorway and softly called his name to see if he would stir, but Butch is the only one who responded by wagging his tail. She decided to move closer to see if…well, to be honest, to see if he were breathing.

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I was playing in my room when my dad popped his head in and said, "Hey kid, wanna take a walk with your old man?"

"Yeah!" I shouted, jumping to my feet. I love taking walks with dad. He sometimes tell me stories about his dad or about the farm and the animals. We always had fun together. Sometimes we would even go fishing.

Me and dad walked across the farm and started up a big hill. He hadn't said nothin' since we left the house. He seemed like he was sad about something and I didn't want to ask. He isn't usually sad, so I figured it must be something bad.

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The kid concentrated on the box.

He'd learned that if he concentrated real hard, the sounds of violence faded.

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The people were forced to flee unimaginable hardship and possible death. They were given one day to pack and escaped with only what little they could carry or drag with them. It was obvious they would never be able to return to the place they once called home, nor would they want to, given the horrible circumstances. They began a new life, ultimately forming a new community, establishing a new government. For a while, it appeared things might work out, they might heal and life would return to normal...until the food ran out.

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I am a spark
Make me a fire.
I am a string
Make me a lyre.
I am a drop
Make me a fountain.
I am an ant hill
Make me a mountain.
I am a feather
Make me a wing.
I am a knave
Make me a king!

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