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Black, all he could see was black, there was nothing in sight. He felt trapped, “hello” Joe asked “anyone there, no reply.

Cold, all he could feel was cold, he had no blanket, all he had was a pair of shorts and a shirt.

Silence, all he could hear was his own breathing inside his chest.

“A light!”

Light, all he could see was a bright light.

Warmth, all he could feel was the light reflecting of his chest and his face

Noise, all he could hear was the roaring of animals.

He felt safe.

 

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