that like this to stop .., the length of time in reorganisation that once I could never be bothered with again. The strength in the muster to get to the personal destination. The area of inspired. The serenity in country coastal life. The flying down the trail. The hub bub of table top sales, and the loss of much will still be there .. the teams we make or not in how we nest and share responsibilities... in life vocation volenteer or interests
I now track on in thy difference .. alone with the mantel of both shared and lone times ... and again alone in abundance now ... but never not ...
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