ON THE ONE HUNDREDTH AND SEVENTY-EIGHT DAY OF THE YEAR

So many recrets, J. If

I would have been better

that day, perhaps me

and grandfather would

be there, celebrating

your birthday. Perhaps

is a big word, but so

much hangs on them,

those roads not taken

and lives wasted or

misdirected.

29.06.2023

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