By Cary Hall
I have made selfish choices in my life. At the time I did not know they were out of fear or anger. It was difficult to avoid the pain of saying "no" to what I immediately wanted. I can now but I can't scoop the ripples back of my actions. I can only imagine what it is to have observed me to reflect on me as I was. I know what I have done, what I must live with, but never fully know what they must.
It is done.
But we are not. Forever tidaled in my wake.
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