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Thursday, April 14, 2022


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All I feel like doing is laying down in a dark room with a cool cloth on my head. I am caring for my mom right now (damn cancer) and I am exhausted. My last nerve is just about shot. And the crapfest going on around me in the outside world just weighs me down more. Wreckage indeed.

Thank you Linda

Thank you for putting into words what most of us can't. This is me, too.

I'm so glad that you're back at the keyboard. I check a few times every day to see if you have written. You're always a bright spot in my day when you do!

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