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Slowly going down. Nothing done beyond that first load of dishes and a call. Still, that's more than I have been able to do in a week? Weeks? A month? Don't ask me.
Oh, but the lady in question put up a post, and in it a poem that was actually a song from a Shakespeare play. While I yet draw breath, and will for ages, in some ways not. Changes are coming, one way or the other. I simply enjoyed the poem, so found it in musical form. It would be nice to think one of my daughters, should she know of my truth, might sing such a song as a hope for a once and always to her lost future father past.
I was grateful enough to share the youtube link with her, for the idea. Small gifts for little boons. Goodnight, for sure, this time.
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