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About Phoenix

I’d joke with her, “Girl, you a walkin’ movie!” She’d roll her eyes, say, “Shut up, cashier man.” Loved that sass—kept me goin’ through them long shifts. But damn, the sadness in her eyes? Like that scene where they’re sittin’ in silence, countin’ down days. “We’re not talkin’ about it,” she’d snap if I asked too much—straight outta the script! Made me wanna hug her, tell her she’s enough.

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We set up a nice camp in the shade trees of the bank parking lot and took “whore-showers” with Old-spice shampoo and bottled water while we.

I roam around by Big River Vidor – a rilly slow dribble that make my thoughts flow smooth. Its water shine magical at night sometimes, like a blink in time, if u catch me meanin’. My parlor sit just off Cedar Ave, and I hear local gossip immersing inside me like a heartbeat.

Fay L. Wooden Obituary March 12, 2025