A long walk through hell looking for lemonade

I am returning.

One sentence.

Three words.

…but, damn, if they aren’t the three I’ve traveled over a thousand miles to write.

I am returning.

I am returning.

I am returning.

My god, I wish I could just bellow those three words loud enough to shake the walls of Jericho… just roar them from the belly like thunder from a lion.

Unfortunately, I can’t. The reasons a…