An old story from me Jeffery Pritchett

Keep all your demon this and that dribble at the gate.

When my father passed away I was the one who had the unfortunate task of taking his ashes somewhere respectable to blow in the wind. I recalled a place he mentioned wanting them put at when I traveled with him as a child. At the time I had his ashes I was going thru a severe rock and roll star stage of destruction. So the ashes set around in a closet for a while. Until one day I saw a dark shadow cross the hall.

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