this Monday last in a dance of lifts to a fulfilling Friday of a long weekend in a bank holiday ...
the extra day of strife of those who life is strife ... no more in dank, but many in dark
Though the enchanting time echoes through my recovery. I am again up too early to work through the patches of yuk with the better. This tires me. The frustration in the rest. The dilemmas in the work.
A project to tackle with my body at work rest and play. The photos in years and a blog year. The firework Friday of the 1812overture my daughter was coming home for this year. She is instead at Dolly hall ...
The debut blog year of one into now another. It will be interesting this in time next.
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