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it was heart-breaking just to hear those sounds crawling across the floor into a 12 yr old boy’s spirit- dad’s home again fight night ready to begin...

Anyway, mental illness is not the easiest party we've ever attended, but I wouldn't miss it for the world.

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Eighteen winter poems ago, Snow. I admit now to lying however. What winter poem would sell without that sort of weather. Here now at ten and nine, No...

whimsy dawn to day

One could go to his office with a problem anytime. It was correspondence university so there weren't too many students to be a bother. You could ask...

“I couldn’t cope if you weren’t coming in, so I know you love me”. … Comes Covid … Will she understand, she can’t hear … a letter ‘big print’ – she loves to read with her one partly working eye if it’s ‘big print’ … accepted as us still visiting, loving. … a new ‘episode’ received every two or three days …

Overhead hazy brightness partially fulfilled, sails on leisurely breezes, hardly prismatic...only faint rays in pearls, sunrise dew drops detaching...