of the Sun .... how hypnotic the flickers of light on shade ... the birdsong, the thunder of a train sounding more at rush today. I vaguely heard through my haze of consciousness the rolling refuse bins to and fro to the dust cart....
this time in still quiet within beneficial to much ... even though restless in anticipation in part ... the wonder in glimpse of a tad of newness about. This wonderment of the small tippy toe steps out of thyself ... back in the spirit of Sally.
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