Another time and place inside the abode. The more affirmative time in sift through the debris of shock reverberations ...The series of events after event while trying to deal with my own ...
All this muddle layer on layer. The initial eagerness in doing the home up. Only finding the pulling and pushing of so many things dragging me down. I had no piece of time for myself for a very long time. And no one got that except for a empathetic cousin.
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