June 5th, Year Three

I spoke to Rick today. Like a medium who speaks to the dead. While very little occurs in the physical plane, it’s all made substantial in the imagination. There is so much I believe, because I have to, or face the reality that it is time to let go. He cares only for moments so brief, a sneeze takes longer, and it is certainly more fulfilling. Better and more accurate to say he does not care. If I were to die, and the news delivered to him, the response would be a little like this: Elizabeth who? Elizabeth who!?!

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June 5th, Year Three

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