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no I was not in prison.

but because of my son and because I took an interest in the plight of other young people and all of those at Berks County Prison, a Correctional Officer there, a tall Black man as far I could tell, also took an interest in me, it was sort of like he was under the floor and had me by my big toe. He was there whenever I needed help with what was going on on the unit. Yes that sounds strange but think about my condition.

so, backing up a little, here is a recap of 2021 to the point where all of this started:

Next thing I knew I was on a slope in the woods in the middle of winter (December) saying “I think, therefore I am” to keep myself alive. I saw hills that turned into mountains that turned into thevRockies that turned into the mountains in Africa. That was the distance I had to criss to get home and safe.. then, I saw galaxies and universes. Here is a picture.

there is more. There is a drawing I can’t find, a wisp of a drawing of my bay thoroughbred gelding, a racehorse. A quick line drawing that know how how to do. But it layed around and layed around, it got a little sloppy. I just know I didn’t throw it away but I can’t imagine where it is. This is where it fits. I am going to have to publish without it.

2 hours later

I realized that I have to accept that the picture of the racehorse is gone just like the horse himself. I did not know how to treat him right. Maybe I will find it some day and then Ivwill know 2hatc5o do,

In the meantime–regarding maps–this one just popped up out of nowhere. It was in my mind when I contemplated those mountains and universes when I was on the slope. I thought of my friend in Seminole and how I walked around a few corners to her house in the the eye of a hurricane and stayed for awhile. It s uncanny to me how it matches the crude drawing of how to find my way home from the woods.