Trapped in the Wreckage

Unable to move, couldn’t get free…

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Okay, not totally true. I remember darkness. Cold. Wet. Trapped. Feeling like if I could just get into the right position, I could push myself up and out of the place I was stuck. Lights, distant, coming closer. Hands, reaching me from above, grabbing under my armpits, pulling me, lifting me, bringing me up, my legs dangling uselessly. Darkness.

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Husband & retiree. Developer, tech writer, & IT geek. I fill what’s empty, empty what’s full, and scratch where it itches. Occasionally do weird & goofy things.

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