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…hair through the nursing home’s garden. His tattoo looked wrinkled and shrunken on his old skin. I silently cried out inside, I hate death. I don’t want him to die. I stood on the edge of death and dove into his soul behind his eyes. My father couldn’t tread water or catch me. There was no God to catch me. The child co…
Theodore McDowell
Annelise Lords
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This is heartbreaking.
Helping you is Healing me! Let’s heal each other. thisisanneliselords@mediumauthor.com https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1664635
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