Making my own hell, awaking in the daylight from an eerie echo of night, stirring nightmarish worries into a healthy porridge, involuntarily vomiting a debauched lifestyle, swearing to drink only water. But Happy-Ever-After life is about to end. A love affair with the erratic life, beautiful young bride, home-sweet-home, seeds handed and sown, kids fledged and flown, the last breath, the last seep of life like the last rite. The unfinished book like a heirloom passed on to a new Happy-Ever-After life.(C) Helen Kanevsky, 2021
Monday, January 3, 2022
The Last Titan
To Tony Russell
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