A dream of desolation and death. A nightmare vision of a looming end, surrounded by hidden enemies and desperate strangers.His love taken. His hope lost. His life forfeit because of his failures, his inadequacies.How can this end be a beginning? And how can a dream seem so real? I grew up in Robin Hood Country, spent some time in the sprawling metropolises (?) of London, England, and Toronto, Canada, and now I've found a quiet corner of rural Ontario to put myself out to pasture in.I'm always in search of my serenity and my muse.I try to read, and to write, a little bit every day, so that my gears keep of the results can be found on Medium at @nshooter11.Thanks for reading!

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