unexplained

fentanyl smoke

The Lost

Rush

As Ian and I were driving home last night after his veterinary shift, we made a short detour to grab a few items at a grocery store along the way. This market is in an area of town hit especially hard by homelessness and addiction; even driving through this merchant's lot is a harrowing experience, with panhandlers and those in the throws of narcotic abuse everywhere. We quickly purchased what we needed, then got back on the road.

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Old woman

The Good

Spirit in the Antique Mall

While I was driving to the dealership to pick up a set of vehicle license plates which had just arrived (I purchased a car ten days ago), my phone screen displayed an incoming call from my husband, Ian. I used my virtual assistant to answer, Ian's voice projecting over the speaker. He was leaving an antique mall in town, and was anxious to share an encounter that happened only minutes earlier.

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