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His name is Peter…..and miraculous as it may seem, he is 25 years younger than me! We’ve been married 22 years, and are happier with…

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Sam, I didn't take & bury your corpse in the secret recesses of a redwood forest, as you once asked me to do for you…

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Stop. It is easy to think that I have to keep going but I'm not sure that's the answer. Yes, the novel is still bubbling,…

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It’s all so very noisy, isn’t it? Yes, we are designed with two ears , those funny looking cauliflower sort of things on either side…

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When she was 15 years old, she was given a blank book by her mother, filled with pristine pages to write on, and it even…

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His name is Peter…..and miraculous as it may seem, he is 25 years younger than me! We’ve been married 22 years, and are happier with…

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Sam, I didn't take & bury your corpse in the secret recesses of a redwood forest, as you once asked me to do for you…

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Vince woke up screaming & yelling. "No! No! Please!!! He clutched his blankets as he peered down into a deep, dark, dank, bottomless pit. Crap!…

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Stop. It is easy to think that I have to keep going but I'm not sure that's the answer. Yes, the novel is still bubbling,…

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……….in my underwear…..not totally naked, but naked enough….and I danced with abandon to, who else? Barry Manilow…….and I’d sing as I danced because his music…

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The last few years, it all got more difficult, most of which I chalked up to aging, weight gain, sadness at a dear friends death,…

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We traveled through time together, from the time you were twenty-two until you reached eighty-seven. I was eighteen when I first met you-- you seemed…

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……..is a wondrous thing, she thought as she gently melted into another of the hospitals rare blessings: a great nights sleep. At 6:00 am sharp,…

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Little sparrows and finches in the park sing their hearts out, chirp chirp chirp, chirping in the dawn, vocalizing the day away, singing together in…

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🎶 Attend the Tale of Evie’s heart! And of the afib that tears it apart, It leaves her breathless, it makes her sad Not breathing…

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