Death by prickly pear
acquainted with her sweet soft centre void of prickles and harsh outer layers “this world can be cruel and unforgiving adapt one must” he used to say he maintained she was but a prickly pear too often misunderstood his death certificate “blunt force trauma” would argue otherwise
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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