Brooding Over the Past?


Do you remember the house you were brought up in? Do you remember it looking this run-down? When I lived in my home in Weleetka, Oklahoma, it was not this run-down. When I saw what it looked like about three decades after I lived in it, I brooded over it for awhile. There were good memories, and there were bad memories, but they were a part of my family … my past … my being. It was sad.

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