KathiNordone

And with me through the rain ~ ......I carried that postcard in a dollar glass frame. i hung it on an empty wall besides a yellow dress. Someone needed to be blessed.

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Feeling defeated no where to go ~ 

.....i called my father a soldier in my past he had no idea id be there~ 

I met him on 6th Ave and asked him for a bed.

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my life was in danger my eyes said - his were alive full of years and tough life as he handed me a bag ~ 

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