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Every once in a while, a woman can sing my words, in her ways and tongue, so very well. A daydream reminded me of just such an occurrence. Perhaps more a minor nightmare while awake. Okay, there are some nightmares that get to me a bit more than most. Just not the typical ones. A bastard of many things, but there... needs to be a medium, sometimes. And so it is. How does the calculus of the bastardization of it all work out? Ask God. That's what I do. He has merely suggested not to worry, so long as I remain true.
A good day. Hard though. I was tired for most of it. A bit of shopping, some shooting, a very nice meal, and a minor exploratory excursion. Not bad. I will take it. Hopefully another run next week, early in the week maybe. I need to shake this fog. So very tired though. Good night.
Pulled and later replaced. Sometimes... some things aren't really for others. Especially those who don't, can't, or won't, understand. Rightly, wrongly, don't care.
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