i dream of wars, past and present. and inevitably, future. i dream of their camps and their scribbling in notebooks whenever they have a free moment. i dream of them writing to their loved ones with the enemy drawing closer every moment. i dream of days so far ahead, that they don't even know where they will be. out of the face of war, or more entrenched than ever? But....do they dream? do they imagine the stars at home looking after their loved ones. Do they dream under the same skies as me, or do they dream in a world i can never imagine...
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