Interesting song.

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False, in it's final analysis, but interesting.

It won't be by holding hands.  Each, on our own.  Some have not been allowed to go, others who have not wished to go have gone.  On our own, alone, each of us.  The only place you can go as a group, the only place you can help others find, is the one place you don't want to find yourself.


Although there is a lot of other truth in there.  I have not been allowed to go.  Though, finally, I don't think it is a curse.  It simply isn't my time.  So I will stay and not worry.  I will be called when I am called, in a decade or four, or five.  Anyway...

I did get dishes in to soak.  I did a large load of laundry, too large.  Half of it is drying.  A shower, hopefully, before long.  Trash out, maybe.  Feeling a bit better, if still just a bit off.  Sleep seems better.  Not bad, boys and girls.  My doctors really would tell you what the songs have.  Not just a recent thing.  Every time I have seen a doctor, for a generation of time or more, I feel like I am attending a wake.  How many of these folk do I have to outlive before they get it?  *grins*

Later.  Or good night if that happens.  Be well.