“How are you going to meet a woman and bring her into your loft that’s a shrine to Donna?” Gail said.
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There is a back story. There always is. A back story playing out around him for years and years that was never considered because nothing mattered.
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His current state of being shouted there was nothing to motivate or assuage the amber like state of his emotional of his life. His ever-present expiration date with all its transient aches, pains, hypochondria, and surrender of meaning whispered like a wind chime. The memories became elongated trailing shadows following him in the sunlight of today. Nothing seemed to matter any longer.
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Donna was a latte soul. There was the ritual perfected over many years. The stainless steel pitcher selected to hold the milk and steam to fill Donna’s beloved oversized latte cup. The latte cup made one Christmas in a pottery pop up with some cave like drawing of Nina, her beloved Westie, and an angel. Glazed in blue.
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No matter the day the face on the nightstand clock was useless. It was always the same time. Why look? The reality was clear, there was really nothing to ever accomplish today or any day for that matter. The pretend there was something anything was wearing thin exposing the soft pink underbelly of a future.
Read moreI'm a YouTube Creator. Huh?
I was never a YouTube watcher. It may be due to an undiagnosed case of ADD. Sitting and watching videos makes my head cycle thinking about "Did I leave a dirty fork in the sink?" "I need to sort my graphic t's into colors and messages." It's true. There is an endless suffocating loop in my head of next, next, next, sit the fuck still.
I started a YouTube Channel.
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Donna, A Memoir of Love and Loss was written to see the unseen beauty and love. I exorcised my grief demons in writing and found a new and magical understanding of love and loss.
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