The wind is howling. This is not the beginning of a thriller, it really IS howling. A buzzing howl which diffuses the quiet and echoes beyond my mind
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I cannot watch anything to do with the Holocaust. It's way too close to home. My mother was in a concentration camp for a little while when she was little. My Grandpa told me stories that I'd rather forget. I see those little kids and think it could have been me cause that's where I come from.
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