by Jake DeHaai   His bright blue eyes provided the only color to the barren wasteland. The deep creases around his mouth told tales of violence, love, and loss. He walked across the decrepit highway, the realization had set in, he was alone.  He was isolated. His past had hardened him, taught him to show…

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