After the fleet vision, I wondered if I was having a apocolyptic vision, and posted this.
Bonds With Angels
When I was seven, my father went on strike. He quit working altogether. Rosemary’s children were sent to live with our relatives. I do not know how I got to Westwood located in the land of Lost Angels. Was I put on a bus? My grandmother, Mary Magdalene Rosamond, didn’t have a car. She lived on Westwood Boulevard a few blocks from Greenville where I was conceived.
I was a very ethereal child. I was a very good child. Mary and Royal wanted a son. They gave life to four beautiful daughters. Mary wanted to see what a male child is like, even though she raised her sister’s two sons. We saw June a lot. When I came home four months later, Rosemary joked how they wanted to keep me. This was not a joke. I think Mary was going to hand me over…
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