... I resisted the urge of making more mess in getting to attempt reorganisation in this storage home ...
... For every time I am stuck ... there is not enough time and space to get it achieved in each day ...
... It .. I can only hope in my lifetime be restored in time to enjoy ..
... All the while remebering life in the now ...
... I only have to see the re-immersing in life I have achieved ... on coming back to life ...
... The feeling of air on my skin... the breeze whipping up the storm that we nearly took off ... at the top of Brea hill with a view in the surround of a favourite area in North Cornwall ...
.. Overlooking the ocean and a church well known for a famous poet laureate who was laid to rest nestled in the sand dunes ...
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