IN THE TENTH YEAR OF THE PANDEMONIUM

IN THE TENTH YEAR OF THE PANDEMONIUM

Friday, May 27, 2022

Today Is The Day

Somewhere between hope and cynicism, but without despair.


                                                My funny girl, my pretty teenager, my baby.


Her own daughter will pick her up in an hour or so and take her over the water to that place, where hopefully they can help her. 
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