A Nomadic Family's Struggles to Survive Hard Times
FOREWORD
STEP RIGHT UP!
THIS WAY IN TO
THE HOUSE OF MISERIES.
THE END OF THE LINE.
Time telescopes as I grow old.
Time shrinks as my body shrinks.
The past comes clearer and closer.
The future fades from focus.
My child – my only child – is childless.
My “stepsons,”
as their father bids me remember,
are not mine,
are not “blood.”
So, now,
no more blood
to run through time,
to inform the future of the past,
my past, my family’s past.
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