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[flying_padre]

Sometimes I hope she doesn't answer so I can hear her voice on her voicemail. Hear the woman that wasn't losing her humanity, her dignity, her body.
It's a surreal feeling...wanting someone to die so their, our misery ends. Trusting the universe & it's clock.
I'm grateful there's at least a voice to listen to & a soul to still guide.
On a different

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[flying_padre]

Pumpkin pie.