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He showed up in my dream last night, said nothing, and that was enough
I dreamt of him again last night. He was sitting at my kitchen table, not saying anything, just there like he used to be after a long deployment. The silence filled the whole room but it wasn't heavy—it was just him being present. Woke up and the bread I'd left on the counter smelled like the morning after we got back from Fallujah.
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