Comments sometimes trigger recall.

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Rarely do I share the connections, memories.  Usually I simply drift through them, taking notes, considering.  As with having had a mother, I do actually consider things outside of my notions.  Doubters!

The other day, regarding this post, foam suggested a bit of... seemingly to me in any case... hesitation, doubt, fear.  Specifically about the first song.  Oh, I do understand.  I wondered about posting it.  Not because it doesn't capture a truth, or fit the notion that night, but because it touches on a darker set of aspects that go with life, and love.  More so for someone, or something, like me.  I know not all that is seen is to be shared, not all that is known should be taught.  And yet I felt compelled to include it.  It was simply too right.  I won't go into details, those are for me.  That I shared the notion will have to be enough, and comments back.  But the truths are there.  And there can be joy in that, a sharing of the darker aspects more surely known by a man and a woman who walk humbly through this side of the veil.

However, it reminded me of an haiku topic, and a series of comments and friendly riposts from foam and myself, at the time.  She is a brassy woman, I'll say that.  Oh, no troubles.  This pleases me.  Why have a woman around if she won't speak her mind?  Her comment, starting with "oops..", and the part about "Your first one..."... it's sort of a polar set of comments, to me.  Further along the pondering, I see where she literally becomes the woman I wrote about.  Doubts... fears perhaps.  My final assessment, of that, still holds.

Oh, I could certainly be a bit off.  But, to me, it reminded me of art and life colliding in various formats to provide a little pleasure of an old ogre on a sleepy day of recovery.  It's the little joys, sometimes.  The little pieces that seem to fit.  Friends, music, art, memories, reason, logic, and some other things.  Just a little pleasure, but one born of many formats.

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Though, I think, there is sometimes more to it.  I don't always realize it, but I... can disturb women just by being free and me?  Yeah.  I suspect so.