Like a wounded animal I had crawled off to die by myself. Someone had found me, not my plan This was in the late 90's so back to the hospital I go for the umpteenth time. It was a nice four walled place in Panama City, Panama.
I had seen death in Africa years before and it haunted me. Ahh but my ego would not permit me to deal with it in "positive constructive matter".
Extinguish
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