I am not at the top of the mountain. I speak of positive steps based on the aid they give. Any encouragement and a pointing of the way is for me as well as for you. Perhaps it is only for me. I am sad and crying and thinking too hard of the life that I have lived. Not that I made mistake after mistake. I did not. Letting go of what was. Of family which is still alive. Of feces that is too tough to deal with.
Perhaps it is time for me to face the facts. I have nothing to teach. Nowhere to point to. Nothing to say. Yes, Ernest. I respect you.
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