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, March 15, 2021
Odd what shows up on my doorstep.
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From my viewing, potentially, to yours. Enjoy. Or go away.
More than one form of death. I have known... many.
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