I tried to explain to someone I had met 10 minutes ago, when and why I lost my brother and felt shame. It was a logical story with a beginning and an end. It started out with a friendly fight that turned into physical pain of which I did not know where that came from. I read it like a message and have kept my distance ever since, until now. The ship is set in motion. I need another pair of hands.
How is your life?
Where are you, René?
I am touching base.
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This is a wonderfully engaging post. Is it truth or fiction? Whatever the answer, a fine piece.
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