Staring at the sunken cheeks, the slack jaws hanging open, exposing a raw row of fleshy gums, teeth long gone, his eyelids pulled tight over blank stares, eyes, once a vibrant wbony brown, now glazed and blue with the sight of a blind man...It is hard to say that I even recognize him now, but I know he is there. He is a fighter--always has been,
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(By the way, I admire the way you express yourself here so much; this is what blogs are for and it's great to see this.)
(Also, I miss you.)
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love.
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amanda
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