a dream of ottawa, canada that i keep having a million times on auto-repeat [because it was real and it really happened]
The year is 2003. her name is kirsten, a plump canadian divorcee from alberta with a chirpy nature. i am fleeing her ottawa flat amidst the falling snow. it is knee deep now. hard going. i race fast to the bus station to get back to erie pa. i hear my laboured breath in the long silence. still i trudge on shocked by kirsten's odd behaviour towards me. i am too unwise to understand the hell she has walked through with her ex-husband dan. arrrgh...where is the bus station in this world of snow. save me!
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Many thanks.
Was it? Or was it that she put Dan through hell.
And continued on her subtle destruction of people's reality and self worth?
Indeed. Let her dupe the next dude my friend!!
My trudging song through the silence