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 24, 2016
She visited.
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In my dreams, she arrived. Moved, by recent notions, dubious about some things too. She asked how I could deal with such powerful things, as what she presents. I simply opened her eyes to the rest of the story. Always two sides.
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