Twenty-two days, and now he's home. I was there for nineteen of those twenty-two days. I was there today for his homecoming.

There's so much to tell, and I will tell it, but for now, it's enough to say that we lived through it, both of us, he and I. My mother, too, though she didn't think she could. Now, I'm home in my own bed, thinking it over, rolling it around in my mind. I will let it spill over and out...tomorrow.

Till later...

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