None the Wiser, ever so taller.

I grew fifty more feet in these two years, my balls hang quite low for a woman with such right cheek bones. Figuratively.

Coward to say all those miniscule things so quietly, hushed and hiding under rocks with pebbles of truth to throw to whomever read. Until you tap into the source of your fear.

My fear was any and all whom associated with a god like facade I had made my monster into being.

I will fault myself instead of claiming victim roles, though fitting, never suited my countenance quite well.

Strike down those not in favor.

Whats just above them, over them and beyond them?

Your aim.

Start there and don’t faulter dear girl.

Sincerely,

Your future self.

a.b.Carleton

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