wrote here may 17th last year after my granpapa passed. was on the grey hound back to ktown, or was it the other way around. didnt share because there was a lot of confusion then. expressing how nausea was sinking in and all i wanted was to look out the window because i couldnt figure out how the feelings in writing. a lot has happened since then and the question, what is the value of time? the answer is becoming clearer as it goes by. sitting now by the porch window across the street from the home i lived in once on a higher level, where life seemed to have sucked out my very soul. And now...
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