it’s like river drudge after a hurricane.
The james from work keeps referring to some day 5 years ago when we were in New Orleans and there was a hurricane and he and my mom heard gunshots. and they called me to find out where I was, and I was in the casino.
I remember the trip but I don’t remember meeting him or gunshots. Strange but I do think of New Orleans as a place where buried things come out from the water’s bottom.
A strange type of ghost surfaced the last few weeks. Unexpected but not surprising. Ghosts of memories past, bobbing to the surface. But I don’t believe they have life.
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