It Is Spoken

i want to hate ralph waldo emerson and thoreau and faulkner for connecting with my heart. for i do not want to confuse their words with religion.
Apr 27
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But

She was jarred out of existence.  He was a bastard, he had no regard for anything except his drink.  He swaggered when he drank, drove his big Escalade like a gangsta’, he was a doctor before.  He, who had tried to preserve life for the money, took it for the drink.  She was preparing her body for birth, she was preparing for new life with her new husband and her new job.  But she was jarred out of existence.  And so was her 10 year old daughter and her unborn child but

how can that be?