How Crap Becomes Real

This is a draft of something I’m working on. I’ve been reading a lot about people who find “spirit” climbing ice walls or surfing killer waves. I don’t get out much, so I wind up finding the spirit in “stuff.” Read on>>>

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One Response to How Crap Becomes Real

  1. kathleen price says:

    Food story and I should gather some loved and unused things and start an ebay
    store.

    Right now we have freezing rain, ugly. Glad I don’t have to go out. Yesterday, I took a chance and went to the drug store for a prescription and came out to face a flat tire. Luckly Dobbs was next door and I ended up getting a new tire after waiting about 1 1/2 hours.
    I’m going to watch MaMa Mia tonight.
    Love, Mom

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