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We Have All Turned Into Ourselves
More dementia stuff. Four Agreements revisited. Plus, a good haunting Linda Pastan poem, mirth amidst the ruins et cetera.
Dementia
+10
I Love You Infinity
"Once I finally crossed over to the he-did-the-best-he-could side of the aisle it was too late for us to reconcile, or for him to remember me."
Dementia
+3
