6 Dec 97
Finale
by Morgan
Final thoughts.
A locker bangs and a guy shouts.
'Farms' pass by, breaking the sunrays cast on the bunk floor.
Here I am - writing ... listening to the remaining whispers of the room - the
fan.
I look around and I see yellow sponges (original or stained) we called our
beds.
A last instruction ... to fall in.
And here I go again.
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