to die before kirk douglas. nickreeves memory, non-fiction, poetry, Uncategorized March 24, 2019March 22, 2021 aired on the evening, his words are battle scarred and breathless, barely heard. but the floor, i note, begins to shadow. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related Published March 24, 2019March 22, 2021
It’s sad, isn’t it?
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