My life it seems is often an attempt to sort the good from the bad things in the past. Sometimes I get so triggered and angry by things...but occasionally I'll stumble on something that triggers me in a good way.

This is one of them:

It's a Tracker skateboard like I had when I was 14. It's a warm sunny summer day. It's a time when things weren't necessarily 'OK', but improving. I was acting out as a skater kid I guess...bowl cut, cut off khaki shorts and a Gumby T-shirt. It was the 80s, and lots of kids did that didn't they?

Will
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-Signs and traces left in stone
Ruins of a past unknown-