Alabama Island: W.G. Sweet

Alabama Island: W.G. Sweet He had come to later. He had first tried to sit up. Pain had flared everywhere and the black curtain had descended once more. The second time he came to the fires had been out and the moon was high in the sky, bloated, silver. https://goo.gl/fnvZfA

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