4/2/17
On my way out of town, I stopped to see the first remodel my ex and I designed and he built with me lending a hand, shoveling out a cat skeleton, some tossed syringes, and other unsavory things from the garage. It was a druggy dump that we turned into one of my favorite homes, something really sweet with rounded corners, handmade sconces and lots of light.
Though I am now 544 miles from home, it is still sinking in that I am gone from there.
Richie Allen
Taking a leap of faith is better than taking a leap of doubt.
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