i mean: folks i've known for decades, undecoyed by booze and iron-on's of fear and feral fretting
the talking of healing
of our former shell-selves
of our need to be remembereded by each other
and the overarching awareness that
neither heat nor frost can toss us from the ship of sobriety
UNLESS we ourselves scrape off our recovery tattoos with a needless spoon of absalom's absynthe(no worm, no berm, dam the perms)
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