I like the sky. It looks nice. We can be nice. I’m tired, but I can still be nice and when that happens my hands won’t ache and my chest won’t feel so full; full like it’s going to burst unless I die, and maybe I shouldn’t die just yet because there’s so much to do that we have to do until it’s done, and maybe then.
-M. Taggart
it’s not yet your time, lots to do before you rest
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No worries, Beth! I don’t plan on going anywhere! I’m absolutely fine. This is a type of writing exercise for me. Thank you for caring 🙂
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I understand- a great outlet
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Seriously though, thank you for caring. World needs more of that.
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I like this, its simple but very strong!
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Thank you, Tim. Hope you’re doing well.
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