Bank-owned properties that I have worked on have made me think two or three times about the things I own. The detritus of people's lives have been splayed out in front of me. It is so sad to see the left-behind items. I sometimes wonder if they left this much behind, what could have been more
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08/11/2009
I called an old friend today. A former housemate. One I hadn't spoken with in some twenty years. Odd. Because I truly loved him as a friend. We'd exchanged postcards from time to time. When I called, his wife answered and gave me some precursory third-degree...which I understood. I am a wom
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08/09/2009