Trying to sleep.

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Someone keeps... suggesting things.

I can't be angry.  Is she a believer?  When... she wants to be.

She is as difficult as I am, mind you.  None swim with my kind without being like or of my kind.  A girl sort, maybe, but... my kind.

Such strong things, said, thought, sounded out.  So much more.  Just pulling a few grains from the bushel barrels.  So much thought, suggested, presented...

I'm... just me.  If that isn't as simple as it seems either.  The music flows.  Who is sending it is altogether another thing.  I do think it is her.  Almost sure.

Good night.