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Excerpts from a time that never was
I am sometime restless with anger, bitterness and shame.
My mothers were good women.
Yet here I stand.
Posted by Chet at Thursday, June 07, 2001
Each of us bare the mark of choices allegedly made in our name for our protection in pursuit of our greatest good. Leaving only confusion and doubt to be sorted out with perilously little information to process. Ask your experiencing self who does your silence protect from what and what does your not telling tell?
