UNFRAMED

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ARMIDALE 2011 

I feel like a picture ripped from its frame. Crumpled and torn a little.

Iz was the frame which kept me in place and the glass that protected me.

Now i am discarded and unvalued and  damaged.

I have been folded and creased.

What happens to me next ?

STILL TRUDGING THE CONCRETE PATH TO HAPPY DESTINY.

Two big days  have kind of  done me in. IN fact I was unable to really join in at the AA BBQ but it was still good and the Concrete Path was actually opened to me. I have known some of the people at the BBQ for many years now. And we have stayed sober and clean through many many things.

THE FOOD AT THE BBQ FOR THE MATES OF BILL W

I am just a little too tired to be fully present – as they say.

My cousin and her husband come to visit tomorrow. I haven’t seen her since she was a very very young woman and I am nervous and ashamed of my shack and of me.

NONETHELESS, I am still trudging the Concrete Path.  Sorry Guys. Too tired tonight.

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THE END OF THE PATH