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there is an extraordinary joy we don't dare look in the eye which most of us forgot, and maybe not so unintentionally. thus are we sore vexed: clinging, holding on like hell, fools that we are. no one respects us for our efforts. might as well... "take care of the kids and the grandkids."
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Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 5:07 PM UTC
My wife, I can't find her body; she gone
there is an extraordinary joy we don't dare look in the eye which most of us forgot, and maybe not so unintentionally. thus are we sore vexed: clinging, holding on like hell, fools that we are. no one respects us for our efforts. might as well... "take care of the kids and the grandkids."
for Hardy and Tonette Jackson, twofold reuinited in death.
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30/Here, Now
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 5:07 PM UTC
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