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.
Friday, July 15, 2022
Washed them.
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Reset them, checked laundry. Made a meal. But crashing. No way I can get them worked up, dried, and set to air out. I'll have to do that when I wake. Brutally tired. Crashing so hard it almost hurts. Goodnight.
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