My mom died in 1977 also, the earth shifted in ways that I couldn’t fathom. Our candidate being wounded by friendly fire is earth shifting for all of us, in ways that many of us can see, but cannot stop.
My mom died in 1977 also, the earth shifted in ways that I couldn’t fathom. Our candidate being wounded by friendly fire is earth shifting for all of us, in ways that many of us can see, but cannot stop.
My mom died in 1977 also, the earth shifted in ways that I couldn’t fathom. Our candidate being wounded by friendly fire is earth shifting for all of us, in ways that many of us can see, but cannot stop.