By Michael Do
Winter is coming! Greeting season is here!
Winter is coming! Greeting season is here! Tonight, the wind blew strongly through the remnants of the pear and oak trees in my front yard. The clear sounds of the wind chime hanging on the porch woke me up very early in the morning. I could not sleep! Deep in my subconscious, images of friends of the old times were coming back and urged me to write something about one of my fellow prisoners I had not seen since 1985 when I was released from the Communist concentration camp.
I sprang up, looking at the desk clock. It was 4:30 a.m. It’s too early for a new cold winter day!
But going back to sleep was not a wise thing to do when the ideas were fully in my head. I needed to write; otherwise, they would disappear if I did not.
It was 5:00 a.m.
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