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, July 24, 2022
Even so.
.
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Oh, I wish. In some ways. Yam what yam, innit, though?
She, they, cross my mind, from time to time.
The woman has... something to her. When she takes it personal.
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