...a continuation of a bank holiday weekend last into this ... the slow snail pace in removal, the philosophy of now, what I do not use in different ways of how it makes one feels.The constraints in all those sayings ring true.
I have cleared a path through the invisible to anyone but me
The rest in plenty ... a forthcoming trip for more medical assistance
The hope I make it through to Monday ...
In the meantime in occupy of flinging in the bin, recycle or charity trolley...
It is an almighty task ... the space so squeezed from that valentine day in ruthless clear.
The pull out of much in the batter of life left ... And getting to reach in where time was left standing
It is eerie ...
... One is constantly catapulted back in time ...
The style in text, type, rules, regs, bags, products, fashions, toys, is not even the start
This the fascination too in this, of those that did assist ...
A museum of time ...
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