In that dream who was it so lanky and tan who parked and waved and excitedly ran? I know who it was I am sure it was Jan who decided at last I could be the right man, she parked her long Chevrolet on the edge of a hill and she waved as if I were the key to her… Read more →
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Furred Paws
You wanted to participate. At least that; and also where possible to contribute. But fatigue grows. Fatigue has darkish furred paws. You think you will not become creaky, your knees squeaky, your back dependent on rows of invisible safety pins. But it comes to be almost that way and then actually kind of that way and then that way. Gradually… Read more →