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, July 8, 2021
Crashing.
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I had hoped to check on the rabbits. They will just have to survive without that. I am falling asleep. I... can't get to it. It's bedtime. Good night.
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