I am old, an ancient burl of a man. Broken, been cut up and boiled down, bent, lame, and hard over. Old and nigh near 70. But…sometimes, deep within me, in the ancient part, I can feel I am a child to the Father. There is no freedom like that freedom of feeling the remembering of being me as a small child. That is one great gift.
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| That's me, 3rd from the left. I can sometimes feel him in me, as real as it was real. |
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