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joy

joy

It was morning and the boiler heater was being especially finicky meaning third degree burns were near reality if I didn’t step out of the shower, where I usually stop and stare at this rusted old thing on the wall. It’s real near to my dream car but this one in particular feels more to my liken.

I was gonna visit Joyce today cause she stopped answering my texts and taking my calls. Turns out she moved upstate a few hours away by plane. Guess her girls finally sent her away just like she was fearing. Course I can’t know that for sure but I’m betting that’s about right cause surely she’d have contacted me otherwise.

This here is really just a teeny prayer hoping she’s pain free and at peace, not the dead kinda way but the living one. Too often one thing seems like another but the picking is how we learn.

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