I was sitting in my hotel room reading when, “You got more gray hair than I do!” Rang out loud and clear. Imagine, you arrive at your destination. High school, family reunion, see an old friend, you pick the reason. You are smacked right off the bat with, “you got more gray hair than IContinue reading ““You got more gray hair than I do!””
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Parking Lot
Look at me. What do you see? There were people here. Now no one is near. There was the sounds of laughter. Nothing resonates after. The sounds of work filled these walls. Now just echoes fall. Wait, what happened to the juice? Am I not of any use? Darkness is all around. Out of thatContinue reading “Parking Lot”