Morning, Town Creek
I know a woman who mourns the death of my grandparents, my father and aunt. She mourns the disappearance of that nuclear unit. I love her for caring.
There are beginnings in endings (night ends day begins). There are endings in beginnings. Its axiomatic.
Leaving the house, starting the trip, living in the mystery.
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