I followed you down that road tonight... and stopped along with you when you picked up that Fallen Hero. Tears came into my eyes, as it reminded me of another fallen hero two thousand years ago... on another road, not unlike that one. He had been beaten, and tattered, and filled with many holes also. But just as you lifted that torn and tattered flag, and took him home with you! someone lifted and carried that long ago hero up and took him home too. Thank you for such a sweet story. I plan to come back soon and read all your works. Keep on writing, and Good luck.
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