where it will take me ... I misread and what not, just like hubby before me ... The confusion in the much. I can seek a respite in my own way. It is so lost on others, those who know from witnessing others maybe. The triage way down all the way along. The forgotten.
Saturday, 2 July 2016
Friday, 1 July 2016
Time out and in
...and all about ... under dust clouds or with the crowds enjoying the scents of summer in many counties and London boroughs old new and in a stew at times |
June flowers in a park |
In the swamp and swim of the repercussions of fragility
A trip to the cinema so absorbing and one where I was not out of place on my own
a time acclimatising back after time in fresh air ...
recuperating with a sister in time together with our separate woes in life
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