My friends
In the middle of the darkness comes a warm glow. It grows bigger and brighter, till it because blinding. I squint and let my eyes adjust. As the stinging eases I begin to see outlines of people standing in front of me. I turn and find that they have enclosed me in a circle. Shielding me, protecting me, guiding me, helping me find my way. Who are they? Why are they doing this? I wait in stunned silence for my eyes to fully adjust. Soon I can see their faces. I finally allow my self to breath again and close my eyes as a smile graces my lips. Of course who else would it be. No one but you. My friends. Thank you.
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