No Going Back

No Going BackOne minute I’m enjoying my first month of retirement, taking an afternoon nap in a hammock, next I’m this loose looking black woman with a gem in her bellybutton.  I haven’t seen anybody on what looks to be a deserted island, and I hope that I can find my way back home soon.  I wouldn’t mind being younger, but to be a woman, and presumably take somebody’s body, that’s just not right.  But unfortunately, as I later found out, there is no going back from the Great Shift.

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