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Ever have an itch you could not reach? Stymied by a worry, frozen in time? An unfulfilled longing? A strong need or desire? Wondering where they are now? Knowing you will never know.
I do, and I am left feeling forlorn. Despondent.
So I think that if, if I post a Drabble with their name, that person may read it or an acquaintance may read it, recognize it, then point them my way.
John ‘David’ Richardson
Elmira, New York
1964 - 1966
The last time we spoke, I was leaving, headed to Arizona having kept that a secret as instructed. Betrayal.
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