It gets so cold here at night. The wind from the north, fast and howling like a freight train. He tightens his scarf and pulls his arms and legs close into his body, holds himself together in his tiny hole. The machine gun stands ready next to him, but he doesn’t notice it. He stares out into the invisible night as it mingles with his dreams. He can’t tell the difference anymore.

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