Paul Joseph Pickett
June 19, 1962 - July 9, 1968
40 years my boy, 40 years.
Miss you. Miss. You.
words don't work
Käthe Kollwitz
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The Life and Times of a Nomadic Solipsist
As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes. Voices may reach us from it; but what they say to us is imbued with the obscurity of the matrix out of which they come; and try as we may, we cannot always decipher them precisely in the clearer light of our day.
-Margaret Atwood
-Margaret Atwood
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