Stumble upon a man, sitting at a stand. His face bears drawn – and rough are his hands. Through those deep eyes, you see the pain arise. From deep within you see the mess where so many scars lie. Where got you all these scars, you ask, Was it under fiery skies? As you stood … <a href="http://ground000.wordpress.com/2013/07/06/friends/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">→</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=ground000.wordpress.com&blog=32084475&post=1473&subd=ground000&ref=&feed=1" width="1" height="1" />
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