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Gripped by Fear

I was heading north on I-94. Traffic was bad, for Milwaukee, as we were traveling around thirty. I had lost fifteen pounds, I was active in church life, I would be doing Tough Mudder and Guatemala soon. The woman I loved was coming back… Continue Reading “Gripped by Fear”

The Raw Kelst: That which he’s given up

I preface with this is what was going through my head when driving. It’s been a while. A long while. I’m not offering up. I’m waiting for someone and she’s taking her sweet time. The fact I chewed ice (an act I generally loathe)… Continue Reading “The Raw Kelst: That which he’s given up”