Here Lies Vera; God Help Us
Once the dust has settle, sick water has been fed back into sick water, the body count has been calculated, and the cows have come home, remind me to write about Vera.
I am the portal through which the ghosts around me travel. That doesn't make me profound, nor does it mean I am particularly deep. I am merely open. That's the best I can be and, probably, the least I can do.
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