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.
Tuesday, July 17, 2018
That was it.
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Watering was the last I could do. A meal was made, then... drifting. Sometimes that opens doors which opens other things. So it was.
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