An acquaintance died this week. A private, lonely man with few friends, no known family. He shared wisdom, but couldn’t live the words. He shared kindness, but didn’t love himself. He exited this place by harsh means.  No key to his heart, mind nor the lock into his home. His life seemed to reflect this image of his front door. RIP John

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