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we walked on up near the copper mine , a darker place. got to thinking.
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it comes as no suprise. often ill they die. it is the way. it is not sad.
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we are sensed with loss. that includes you.
he says that’s where the wind comes from, to go most everywhere.
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probably do not miss him. he was not around us much, well not at all really.
he buggered off. no inspiration then. yet. he was my dad.
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some day i will carry the bones inside.
reubenwoolley 