Friday, October 19, 2018

Goose Egg Soup

What was that word for "nothing left to lose?"

You try hard not to get used to being picked last. Faith and hope have always resented Paul's preference for charity. I'm working diligently to make peace with myself.

Heaven? I think maybe I figured it out this morning. As long as I can picture them there waiting for me, two legs and four, it exists. For me, at least. Now, of course, the tears start. That's okay. I wouldn't trade these memories for anything.

As a magnet for good fortune, I wish you peace of mind and peace on earth.

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