Almost

I almost didn’t write this.   Looking at that phone.  That terminally locked phone.   Pictures I will only see through the lens of my memory. Memories that rescued me From Grief…

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White Knuckles

My hands are sweaty and my muscles are burning as I climb the rope higher and higher.  Just gotta keep telling myself, don’t stop, you can do it.  You have…

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