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My mother and I went all over the world and through wars in far off places. We lived in that abandoned prison of war camp. There was a old phone booth in the middle of the desert we would walk to and use to call home and she would tell them she missed them and about what it was like living in that camp, in the desert. In the winter we would walk through the cold desert blowing snow to the booth that connected us to the world then one day we got a party-line phone and the world changed again.

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