mind this very merry mourn ...
those dreams that come while I am in the middle of a mess in progress
at least I am more in control of this destiny
The silence in a Sunday
after the night before
I hope to put my feet out the door ... and get some weekly chores done in the middle of this current mess
The day I stop stepping stone through ones home instead of those beautiful stepping stones I am trying to remember which moor ... I think it was ex moor
And the cheddar gorge memories and other memories in Somerset
so many missing pieces from that too long a gap in time
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