There it is and there it isn't but this isn't slight of hand. This is ice cold reality. Naked and cutting, bleeding and fresh. These are the hopes we have gaining steam before being reduced to rubble. A rug removed from under those who had seen the embers building a healthly glow; a remarkable comeback from the edge of an earthly hell to the brink of health, a refreshing renewing metamorphisis reduced to a life sucking mirage. No one said this would be a cakewalk but this suckerpunch packs a sting to the soul a thousand hornets upon a thousand hornets could not muster and yet this too will pass like the advice to a deathrow inmate. But Governor, please...
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