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Published inKate MoscaSilent Strings We Left Behind.It was a meadow in the morningAug 26, 2020Aug 26, 2020
I Love You…There will be days when the memories haunt the very essence of me, the increments of time that will cut me to the very boneAug 24, 2020Aug 24, 2020
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His Name Was JosephI have a good memory. Better than most. I’ve often wondered if I was a savant of some type. Because I find that my memories have never…Aug 19, 2020Aug 19, 2020