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Not A Helluva Lot To Say
I am still angry (perhaps at God, perhaps at life) because of the uncertainties about the health of an elderly loved one. Yes, I know that is how life is, and I am damn old enough to have gotten used to it ( I have seen it far, far more times than I would like ) but it still hurts, it is not something I *want* to get used to, nor is it somthing that I think is particularly *healthy* to get used to.
So, I ruminate, feeling angry, disjointed at the world, and wait to see the resolution of the illness and its effects.
PipeTobacco
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