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From
Till I Come Marching Home...
His mind became
spasmodically assailed with intermittent and
increasingly vivid flashes of disturbing,
nostalgic scenes and sounds, attended each
time by a precursor of intense physical pain
in his head. Finally, as these transient
images persisted, their replication
extending their tenure of existence in his
mind, he gradually began to discriminate
their structure. Then, with seemingly
sentient determination, they metamorphosed
finally into some semblance of availability
he could relate to, and realized they must
somehow have been a consequential, if not
vital link in the broken chain of his
interrupted life!
Yes, he knew he was alive
now! He knew he was a man! It was the
eternal darkness he did not understand! But
instinctively he knew these pictorial
flashes were a psychic or spiritual message
importuning him to reclaim an essence of
great value that had once belonged to him
and, still existing, could be his again, for
the taking.
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