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Monthly Archives: December 2022
Bunny Ears, & Family Tears: So Long, 2022
In the last fortnight, I’ve cried, and been sick, twice. I don’t know why I’ve been sick so much. I do know why I cried, however, I was downstairs one evening when I suddenly said to myself, “Dad, I’m sorry … Continue reading
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