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Here’s the link to the “non-fiction” version of what happened. en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philade...

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Now, in the real world it’s *likely* this was all bunk, but damn, Just imagine if it wasn’t. Fascinating. I’m determined to write my own screenplay of this when I’m ready. But it’ll be full-blown horror and probably not too close to the story portrayed in this Movie.

Sweetest boys. And also a pretty darned good capture if I may so so myself. #cats #cat #mainecooncat #pets #photography

So I thought I hadn’t captured the image I wanted but somehow I got one image before he ran, and I love it. He’s a big boy (18 pounds) with an identical twin here with us and four more identicals out in Moab.

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in the darker spots. Every direction he turned, there wasn’t a single corpse to be seen, nothing.
So where was everyone? And why was the scent of death so strong here?"

He turned around, looking in corners, against the wall, up against the stout oak beams, letting his eyes grow accustomed to the darkness and checking every square inch of the cabin for shadows he may have missed, bodies he hadn’t seen hidden

It was empty. His eyes still needed to adjust, but there was enough light coming from the thick, etched glass portholes that he could tell with near certainty that the main body of the berth was empty.

he came to the conclusion he would have to go inside.
Too bright, too bright.
He stepped back over the dead keeper and entered the dark upper bay.
He took two steps, then four, then five, and held, and looked around.

a whale was rotting in the bilge.
He stared into the darkened hold, trying to see within, to see deeper into the gloomy cabin just beyond sight, but the sky was full of thin and flat clouds and it was brighter than normal. As twenty seconds turned into thirty and thirty seconds into a minute,

Can make my coffee, two cups at least
Do a little doomscrolling
Waiting for the caffeine buzz
If I can - if you can - wait till then,
Maybe then I’ll write it
We need one
A litany of grief
For are we all not grieving in one way or another?

Try to rebuild, a life already shattered and challenged and on the verge of the abyss. And now you. And now you.
So I think we need a litany of grief, perhaps I’ll work on it myself if I can find the time and if I have the energy, if I can rouse myself from my mattress, if can take my meds, if I

Surrendering, surrendering, surrendering. #bootsbootsboots #grief
The pain comes in waves, sometimes I’m ok, I’m at peace, just in the moment radical acceptance; the pain is there but much like the #litanyoffear, I allow the grief and I try to sit with it, sit somewhere silent and mourn you, and