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Just So You Know

It’s cruel to ask us about our past. Do we interrogate you? Do we probe you to reveal the long buried, demand to know each dirty secret? We (by which I mean everyone old enough to own their own wrong turns), don’t need to reveal those things, lessons really learned are not repeated. We just hold up a few handpicked moments to illustrate how we won through, or perhaps merely began our own path back. Truth is, we messed up. Here’s the thing, this life of yours is already a broken record, an old tape, just blather on a cellphone. a dusty path most everyone has trod before. It’s a missed call and a dead end. A swamp that you will have to spend the rest of your lifetime backing away from. Give us a call when you’re ready to dig your way out, then we’ll talk.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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