This is a living book, no beginning, no end, just an endless middle....it's a document of the Present, a place to store my musings on the world. A receptacle for the ramblings, rants, and raves that ricochet around my head in need of a place of reprieve (no fear, it's not entirely written in alliteration). Enter at your own risk, I have forewarned there is no plot, so do not expect a cohesive and concise body of work....this book is truly about Life; it mimics Life in that is doesn't always make sense.
You have reminded me the way I felt when a best friend of mine had past away. Touching, and I do mean that. You have successfully expressed your emotion at the time, one of which, I can relate to. Thank you.
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