Imagine the sun dancing on shiny razor wire with sharp points made to rip and grab onto clothing and flesh to keep you inside but giving the illusion of the sun reflecting off clear blue waters in some place you’d love to be. Now, imagine looking up at a cold, gray 40-foot wall with a gun-tower and an automatic a riffle staring back at you instead of the horizon calling you to some exotic distance place you dreamed of. Can you see all the men in the yard; some working out, sweat dripping and muscles rippling as weights are lifted, Read More
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