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.
Sunday, June 20, 2021
Who is stabbing my cortex?
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Someone is hitting a lot of keys... literally, and new and old.
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