I went to excess with libations. I lost my way. Judith let me lay my head on her lap while I sobered-up. She pulled hard on her bourbon, and then whisper-talked so softly to me and said, "The umbilical, the parent, and the prom. The slice of the portion you had was blood-red in the urine from the brown in the flask. The angel comes with breast, breath, and that dream at last." Sometimes, angels come down.
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