Some people read tea leaves. I read bark.
chaos is a game with no rules...
the storm splinters houses
and lives...
hindsight alternatives
don’t comfort...
it doesn’t help anybody to insist
that my father
shouldn’t have started smoking
in the first place
it has to be enough
that order comes eventually
maybe
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I look at that next to last photo and see a satellite image of the Jersey shore, and chaos.
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