Just getting used to side effects of blood pressure meds. Feeling much love and support from bloggers and friends here online.
Was thinking my life was pretty much over.
Some people are coming to look at the place , I think they will buy it.
It leaves me remembering the the secret good times I have made here for myself. Deviating from all I knew of myself prior to moving to the heart of darkness.
It is like a part of me that lived with a vengeance to be good turned in on it's self for survival of my soul.
How do I reconcile that?
The painting, the window, just to make it real in some sense.
Waiting for it all to be exposed.
What is real?
I took a run down historical lodge, known for crime, prostitution, murder, fighting all odds, and made it something good.
I found out that our first governor's brother run prostitutes through here. So much history and intriguing information buried here.
My little story of love, betrayals, and survival is a drop in the bucket.
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