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, October 20, 2022
The funny things?
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Funny? Fresh? Generously.
She thought she was telling me. She didn't realize... she was telling me my words to her. I... almost think she knows, now. Like? Who likes the truth.
What is is not always what is seen. What is seen is... not always what is.
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