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 11, 2019
Someone is playing games?
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Or trying to say something. Has been going on for days. At least two.
I have been ignoring, for what good it does. A few, the most recent.
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