A Key-less Existence

One of the funny realizations that dawned on us is the fact of key-less-ness.  When you’re a homeless, car-less retiree, you no longer have keys. No office keys, no front and back door keys, no ignition keys.

Now the only key that remains in my possession is the one Craig gave me early in our relationship: the key to his heart.

 

 

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