My Story BEFORE The Story ~ Ginnie Wade ~in~ The Gettysburg Letter ~by~ Patrick E. Craig

Ginnie Wade I’m not sure where I am. I feel faded, transparent, thin and stretched, dried up and brittle—like a fallen leaf with every vein visible through translucent skin or a dry piece of toast with too little butter spread on it. I’m caught in a loop that tries to take me out and away…

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