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It was just yesterday. I see the occasional familiar face, a tired-looking, hobbling person, someone wearing a shirt matching mine. Other than that, there is no trace we’ve been through here. Only we know, and those who were with us. We wear our scars on the inside from a war fought within us as we battled to carry on. Now we walk taller, proud. Our smiles wiser, knowing. Our gaze distant, remembering.