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Written By: F. John Surells
His spirit still walks amongst the olive trees here. His body is gone, but his challenge to join him and his father lives on.
W used to hide whiskey bottles by the river. Sometimes when he and T argued about how best to live out their remaining days on Earth, he’d sneak down there and imbibe.
My thoughts herein may be confused and random, but at least they’re authentic. And today I think I’ve finally learned what Joseph Same meant when he said “I…
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Added by RF Husnik on November 17, 2018 at 8:33pm —
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