From August 25, 2022

This might sound strange. It was a warm August evening just days before my return to Florida.
I was down in the yard. I was dealing with the aftereffects of a PTSD panic attack. The pounding
in my head had begun to subside. I just wanted to stretch my legs and hopefully catch a slight
breeze after a scorching hot day. I didn’t want to talk with anyone or engage any of the kids.

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