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May 2019
His joy bound into this word under July stars.
Born of joy and light that even the grey skies opened to welcome him.

Thirty nine years long his path, the last seven, pain and exhaustion.  His last light flickered out with a tangerine spark and a flash of electric blue butterflies

"I will find your words, your people and your path.  No deed of your life unfolded.  Forever my brother, go it's okay."

Unbound I stood under florescent hospital light, again a weeping child who had welcomed her baby brother with joy, weeping with fare-well.  Facing the Manila Road one path complete and one the life yet lived.
Continuing my brother's path, again returning to writing and following his example:  Day 1, May 1st, 2019:  THE MANILA ROAD    
Mariah Cuch
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Mariah Cuch  40/F/Cuchestan, Utah
(40/F/Cuchestan, Utah)   
     Pagan Paul and ---
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