A new year, 2025, though I keep typing 2024… My body memory holds 2024, my soul memory holds 2021 and before death. The makings of who I am, are from all those past moments, experiences, feelings, decisions, days, and years. Yet here I sit, 2025 (my fingers typed 2024 again); here I sit… 2025… here…ContinueContinue reading “New Year, 2025”
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The Survivor 