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Dec 2016
Remember the greatest TV show ever?  I just spoke to her, she was attempting to share with me about Mark through tired tears, great gasps and long silent seconds.  As she maintained a cheerful face while looking at her younger brother laid flat atop fresh sheets half the man he once was.  "Twilight Zone."  The one that the guy was buried alive with the understanding that he would be freed prior to his air running out.  However he never read the end of the script.  Or; he chose not to.  Perhaps he, is we?  She said that his speech might come back, however his right side has received a disconnect notice from the landlord.  Life that once was; isn't!

"It begins."

Our wrinkled skin stretches the unknown truth of the sightless rumors to which we pay no attention.  One foot, less two.  
Yet all steps being left or right lead to the only inevitable lighting.

Body-less

Some of those steps taken many days earlier, by so many, before we understood why we believed we couldn't be Ziggy Stardust.

"Give up the ship to the tenders, for they have gotten us this earth."
The miracle is Marks four years thru a stroke, walking, talking, driving, cooking, etc...........
Written by
Prescott Robbins  Irvine, Ca.
(Irvine, Ca.)   
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