Belov ed Dollar Store
there's no way possible i can tell this. it's so There in my head, there is so Much of it, pages in that steno pad and it's keeping on coming. But just to MARK it….to mark it Here, this day, at the beginning of All the Rest. as has been said…that 77th year…What was/is it? and no real good answer. for me, let alone to speak about, but for what ever reason it is all now becoming clear and truth is, it is SO
simple
i find self wishing i could have one final appointment with my psychiatrist of years ago…an Epilogue…he would enjoy it. I can see his eyebrows rise, his faint smile.
so because there's so much, i want to just place mySelf here at this Point. Because in a way i am already no longer there/here. There was a conversation with Jan the other day that addressed none of this but somehow gave me the Key. Her words were: "I am learning how to walk this path" and though we were talking about similar points in life, those words instantly Rose Up and i saw them to be the naming of the Key to "it". and i saw that 77 somehow was a point of self absolution. To make a lifelong story short, i always was diligently On My Way to "by then, i will have gotten somewhere". I always loved, since childhood , photographs of old women….staring at them….thinking, by then, i will have gotten somewhere. And i subconsciously gave that by then time to be 77…(more childhood story weaves in, 7 being a critical year in my life, …..Surely, by 77 i would)
well, guess what, grace
you're there. you're
Somewhere.
and i have this huge Smile. i'm Somewhere. i AM.
and it's quite Wonder Full
i'm a pixel. *
* Peggy Mc G Thank you, Peggy
Thank you, Jan.
and i will learn how to walk this path
windthread 
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