My Father is cancer free.
Ryan Adams is back to blogging.
I've stopped having nightly dreams about the apocalypse.
No more hiding from bombers. No more balsa wood gliders that land and send out poison gas. No more being stabbed in the back by a smiling solider with a knife.
The call came in day-before-yesterday. No more cancer.
I was so happy. I cut the grass today, and took some pictures at the dump for Caroline Losneck.
Free.
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