Slipping on stepping stones...
October 30th 2011 I think I may need rehab. I feel like the teat has been ripped away from me and I am just expected to hunt on my own. I was hoping for a weaning process or at least a very slow transition from sea to land. But by my own doing, I threw myself from one extreme to the next. So I find myself sitting here with 2 layers of socks, 4 shirts and wool sweatpants; staring out my Dad’s back door at a dreary
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