Written, penciled, inked by: Doc
Hullo, all. The poet here, stopping by his once-proud café. Now it lies in shambles, the roof collapsed in and all the furniture destroyed or taken. I had such high hopes for this place when I started writing again 2 years ago, but somehow I squandered my opportunity for renewal of the soul through this outlet. Mayhaps my pain at the time was simply too great, perhaps I've just gotten lazy.
Tonight I invite you once again into my soul, to share both the pain and the smiles of my journey:)
Tonight I will be up late repairing walls and assessing damage to see where else I should begin my repairs.
Tomorrow night we shall begin in earnest....sleep well.
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