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…
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