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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Bride of Covid Chronicles is a daily trip through the wayward thought patterns of a 76 year old man. A word, phrase, idea, would strike me and I'd be off and running with whatever rose into my compost heap of a mind. Something like stacking bricks to lay a wall without a level. A few times the wall would end up plumb and straight, most times it would wander like a drunkard trying to find a dimly lit men's room in a low rent district bar.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Bride of Covid Chronicles is a daily trip through the wayward thought patterns of a 76 year old man. A word, phrase, idea, would strike me and I'd be off and running with whatever rose into my compost heap of a mind. Something like stacking bricks to lay a wall without a level. A few times the wall would end up plumb and straight, most times it would wander like a drunkard trying to find a dimly lit men's room in a low rent district bar.