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Infants: A Short Story

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Dark. No current of air. No lights. Just blackness that embraces like a cold blanket, a nasty odor, a strange odor resembling wet sand on a rainy day. Those memories though, of rain, sand, and what the sound of drops of water does when tinkling on the ground are merely impressions from a simple mind. Could be the thoughts from an infant, looking with curious eyes the world as trying to discover its mysteries, describing with sensations what he sees, for words are a mere concept not mastered yet. An infant, yes, he feels like one, trapped inside this hollowness, this unknown room of grey cement walls. Like a child he is, deprived of clear vision, unable to move his limbs for the reason that of an excruciating pain is pulsating in his muscles,

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