... has been perpetuated against the people in The Obama Nation. A community of friends met with us at El Capitan in Rocky Ford and considered how that injustice has injured the residents of Nava Manor. I am Missy, the child within every woman born since Eve. IT is Saturday, a day of rest for Dex and Ruth, traveling companions on the road that crosses the rocky ford of elderly life.
I awakened this morning in the guest room of the doctors' cove. As I tidied the room and made the bed I noticed Mom's license to practice psychology (CO#1052) framed and hanging on the wall. I used the guest desktop of Dexter, the laptop computer and checked LaBrats (labrats -- social animals, actually cats) that drCCYmom uses to study and research her Theory of Social Synergy.
Rob greeted me at Loaf n Jug. He remembered that I like to use his name when saying "Good Morning" because IT reminds me of my brother who has disappeared.
I awoke one morning before dawn. Death and trauma weighed heavily on a heart that had been broken even as I was born in the Fall of 1942. Conceived and born in Love, this made no sense.
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