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.
Monday, October 17, 2016
For a time.
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Sometimes I forget. Sometimes she, several of her, almost remind me. So be it.
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