I figure we need to talk in writing.

Just Figure We Need To Talk In Writing

I need to say things, I cannot speak.

Over the years there was always, the gut pain of lacking, if any breath, of air.

    My pain weighed heavy, on my soul. Closed up, into my hell on earth. I was consumed in the fog, the cloud, the inner and outer abominations that seemed to have consummated, a life, in ruins. Everyone is affected. Not just me and my three children but his. We are the effect of, from destruction to a ritual cleansing, which will take place. It is in motion.

    All the Children, in The World, are affected. Right now, we need, to get back, to the good things, in life. The simple basics. I am endeavoring on an adventure, I have never done. December 2, 1997, Wendy Yvette Greenwell 

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A Journey from darkness to the light.