Tomorrow will be a day of redemptive isolation. Though no Walden Pond, my place provides seclusion when necessary. The solitude, an isolation of convenience created by the forecast of downpours and flooding, will be welcome. The week has been busy, and this evening I ate something that didn’t quite agree with me.
That’s tomorrow. Today is Old …
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about
I am a dot (nothing more)in a sea of dots
I sometimes touch other dots
some will be moved by the touching
others will not
that is the best I can do
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Read Much?
