ITS BEEN A LONG LONG TIME


 Somewhere along the way I lost him.  He promised me he would go last but sadly that was not to be so I now sit here in the remnants of what was and wondering just where this will all end up.  I nearly did not make it either, two heart attacks in one day, died for twenty minutes in the second but here I am back again.  Recovery is slow however the first paintings began this week.  I had thought the blog gave up the ghost ages ago but have found its still here and still going so time for some daily writings.

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