Notes Left Behind to Assist in Finding a way Back . . . There is no real future here . . . only today at a time. Tomorrow arrives so slowly that I'm never sure but what it's just a bit more of today, not quite gelled.

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Her hair was not always white, but black as the middle of the night . . . Her eyes were always brown, not temporary river mud when wet with run-off, but actual down hair of a new-born fawn, just before flight . . . bkb

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