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The beginning makes me think of someone staring at the remains of their house after war had torn through their land, remembering all the good times they had with their family. They turn away, looking at all the damage done to their neighborhood--the craters from bombs, the rubble piled high against the houses. Dead tanks, abandoned cars, and bullet shells litter the streets while rock dust and gravel crunches underfoot. They sigh, and close their eyes, lifting their face to the cloudy sky in (c)