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I came from people who make things happen - and failed.
during the despair of broken frienship when, for what seemed like eternity, home eluded me.
....where I live - the spiritual fortress from which I venture only so far, lest I need recharged.
I remember being kissed goodnight by my father, who needed a shave, 63 years ago, and having an accident in my trousers - not both at the same time.