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, August 1, 2019
The shadow of light.
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Not all seen is absolutely correct. Not all understandings are flawless.
The things I see when the world stops trying to blindfold me.
More detail was requested, required. She will now remember.
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