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We are only as sick as our secrets.


That’s the kicker found at the end of the 7-minute decoder ring for my latest tanka:

Strangers in the night
Yet familiar like old friends
Twas love at first sight
Her passing awakened them
Infinite eternal love

Thirty-six long stems
For each too short span of years
Roses evoke you
Soft beautiful elegant
Prick ye who thorns memory

“It’s still me. Nothing has changed. I am still the sister you love and that loves you. I am still the daughter dad loves and that loves him. I made many mistakes in life. I made many choices that I regret. I am learning all about that in Heaven. Please do not let my mistakes, or that I was too ashamed to tell you about them, eat you up inside.”



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Marcus aka Gregory Maidman

Living 17,043rd human life. I am Marcus (universal name) or you may call me Greg; a deep thinker; an explorer of ideas and the mind.