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.
Friday, November 17, 2017
I don't know.
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Strange thoughts, a song to match and music to go with other recent notions. What does it all mean? Not even my concern at the moment. A nap is required first.
These seem to be gifts from the net, to... explain?
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