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[iheartrushmore]

 The Specter
I felt the sky crack open that day upon an open field; the grass brown from an old summers heat. Wind rolled across the barren plains, a cool breeze, a faint whisper of the approaching winter. I gazed for miles wrapped in the old army jacket my father had handed down years before. And for a moment I could breathe again, the memories

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