History of a Dead Man

[virail]

There is a bright flash of light as I feel the coldness creep into my veins. All around me is nothing but white space. There is no colour to anything. Just white. Unbidden memories come to my mind ,they appear as pictures, moving pictures. My first memory is of my childhood on the farm. Running through the wheat fields as my blonde hair whips

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[distortion_sjv]

Interesting. Some grammar errors lingering in it but its good otherwise.