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A person in my life was taken hostage some time ago. He was at a family dinner. through exchange he has returned, but it's such an adsurd scenario. I can see the trauma on his face. I can see the looks people give him, how before he was anonymous and how he can never return to that anonymity so many of us take for granted. I can see how I've grown close to him, when before he was just a name, A face in the corridor, a smile at the end of the day, not at me, but at the people who know him.
Just got up at 4:30am in order to go to a march that demands returning war hostages.
I know it's a good cause but my dear brothers in Christ why FOUR THIRTY AM ðŸ˜ðŸ˜¦
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