Someone is digging.

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Bones of stories past are showing.  Some things forgotten become stories.

Some become songs?  So... I have heard it said.

Twelve to the foster home.  Astray?

At twenty two I killed the only man I... really could kill.  Hang?  Maybe.

Is someone saying they are a disbeliever?  Or are now a believer?

Makes no difference whatsoever.  What, and Who, is, or Is... is or Is.

Just a few more.  One from more recently, one from further back.

I... quite enjoyed the show.  Yeah... killed him, but he keeps crawling back out of that long dark sleep.  Keeps trying to stand back up.  The lad has... some legs.  I will say that.  Goodnight.