Really odd dream about Mom this morning. I dreamt I'd gone to visit Dad and Edna and see some of the improvements they are making to the house
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Sometimes it comes with a bad thought. A thought that burrows deep into my brain, feeding even more dark thoughts that follow it. Sometimes it happens when I haven't had enough sleep. Or when I smell that *specific* cologne
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The ring of a bell comes through a bank of thick mist. The creak and groan of wood and rope come clearer and the calls of men sound out and seem to come from nowhere
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