The road I didn’t take still visits me sometimes

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The road that I took to the field is the shortest route. I told you not to go but you did not listen lkdjflkdfj lkdjfl dlkfjdlkfj.

A different city. A different offer. A version of my life I chose not to live. I wonder about her often.

Writer, grandmother, and keeper of The Chronicles Within, telling the truth about peace, money, and the rooms we live in along the way.

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