. . .is not because of what I was asked to do today. It is because of what I was asked to do last night. I failed to accept my gift of friendship with a special, beautiful individual who wants nothing more than friendship from me and will continue to know me as nothing less.
The hours of steady, moderate, easy activity here are making me seasick. There is an ocean inside which would drench my vegetable garden if I let it come out of me. I wish I could recover my fumbled pass (there was nothing physical involved) and pray this morning was not the last I will see her.
I think that I will not . . .
. . . Live long . . . . and proper.
. . . . . . . . . . . . P.S. This is my blog. This is the story of my life.
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