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.
Saturday, June 2, 2018
Not exactly a tattoo: The next.
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Know the enemy, especially if you are the enemy, love.
The rules require it. For some it is far more difficult because it is simple.
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