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.
Monday, September 23, 2019
Such a strange girl.
.
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Observant too, I should think.
Funny as well. In several ways. I can't help but hear her.
A monster. Usually a tolerable one... if I am finished hunting?
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