I wonder and sometimes worry. Herein lie those ponderings with perhaps some editing but still in their truer forms. Whisper as well, though in truth, whispers are just that, rustlings in the wind and nothing more. It is kind to not be alone with one's own whispers.
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Hungry.
.
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I've been thinking about flying for takeout. I have to do the driveway first. If I don't do takeout, then I need to shower. All I know is that I am very hungry. Later.
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