They came in Winter. My world ended that day.
The ground shook. My bed with it. Big Pocono sounded as if it had exploded with the sound of gunfire ricocheting off its plateau. Guttural screams and chaos outside my windows.
I was stuck in some crazy dream; I thought.
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