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Overwhelming life hitting me like a tsunami wave. cacophonous words trip upon each other in my mind. I am lost in my own body So I slide into this dark box of mine, hidden deep inside. Just to rest. Just for a quiet moment of silence. …
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I remember Grandma DeKezel, her colostomy bag full and oozing. I remember smiling and chattering and easing her discomfort of being dependent upon my hands. I remember her talk of sex and the loathing she had when Grandpa would touch her – until she was 30. I remember the smile…
Great Joy 