A body being Carried
I see the shadow of a body being caried in front of me. I stop, then
go ahead silently . . .Suddenly, someone from up ahead shouts
back," Hurry up! They need you out there!" I'm puzzled.
I don't see anyone else. Could they be talking to me? My pace
quickens . . .the noise is a roar now, though I still can't tell
quite what kind of noise it is. Then . .
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