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.
Thursday, April 20, 2017
Not exactly a tattoo.
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Thinking of mother. I am on her mind as well. We both know why.
Background music and visuals to ease communication.
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