Mary Anthony.
I am mystified by why some die young but some can achieve so much of their potential... Winter song again. My sister (married to a veteran who grew up in foster care and punches refrigerators...what else, what more is there, could there be?) can fix a car now and drive herself places again. I'm going to move...there's an apartment filled with furniture donated by a large family. Sofa, kitchen stuff, California-king size bed. I am supposed to send out my boxes of books. I drag my feet, for some reason, on doing this. "But you are going to begin a new life." It is within walking distance to a park, a library and various coffee places. "Send your stuff. Bye."
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