Two thirty am thought

The part of this world that makes me sad. We can't talk to those who gave us counsel when we were young. We're left here with a remembrance and I suppose an end of what they would say. We have to trust that we're still in the way. 
If I follow what they said, as best I can,. I pray the variance isn't so far but that I can still make it to where they are.
God be my help.

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