Boy, I was on a writing kick last night, obviously.  I need to learn not to write after I take my sleeping meds and am waiting to pass out.  I was just writing & writing, about anything & everything that flowed out my fingers.  Oh well, even though it's not perfect, I will leave it, and now you have seen barely a teeny-tiny eeny-weeny itty-bitty part of my early life.  That doesn't even touch on things, but hey, it's enough right now, right?


 


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