In the Chemo Forest,
A stand of Saline trees,
drips the nectar of hope.Dementia
Sometimes talking
to my father,
was like visiting
an old farmhouse.
You know a lot of things
happened there,
but no one is left
to tell the stories.
Bozeman , Montana , the multverse . Don't hold the anger , or pain in . do something about it
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