More, some new.

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Just rolling along.  It could just all be coincedence.  If... there is no such thing.

Watching them roll in, collecting them, collating?  Sharing.

I do miss having a woman around.  Mean as chipmonks, twice as squirrely, with tails and tales.  Something about them.  Mostly, sometimes, usually?  Here.

This one?  I... got a while back, but I believe was a party to this.  It was precognition of sight cognition to be.  Aye.

Rough, I know.

But not all bad.  There was good, in many ways.

I know she didn't understand.  Even that she.

Women just... don't understand some things.  Can't.  Most people, or even things, can't, don't, won't, understand.  But, with some time, they seem to... not worry about understanding.  It's a matter of joining, for right reasons, in correct ways?  Incorrect ways, sometimes, in this very imperfect world.  Trust?  In what, if not who, someone is?  Not exactly sure.  But, if you can see having faith in someone, even if you don't agree?

Such music though.  And... much more.  Flooding back.  I am enjoying.  Mostly passing on what... would make sense to you.  Or more so.  Enjoying beyond, if not sharing, what makes sense to me.

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Had a strange daydream.  Frost?  Below freezing?  Soon?  Here, or close?  It... isn't possible.  Just... one of those odd things?  Maybe.  With how things are going, who could know for certain.  Time will tell.  I won't worry otherwise.  But, a bit spooky.  It got only to 48 last night, which is rather cool honestly, hereabouts, at this time of year.  It is 63 now, at five to nine.