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It’s almost here … the light of the moon

Day 13 1951 a baby is born, my brother. As I look down the years of my sibling’s birth, being the youngest it stops at me. Each of my siblings and spouses have witnessed everything I have witnessed and more. The mid-1900’s were years of chaos and wave-making. The flower children, feminist movement, same sexContinue reading “It’s almost here … the light of the moon”