Already felt old then got stung by a 🐝 Bee, Twice, If that is possible.
Three hours later, still crying.
Ha ha han, Anyway few days on the coast.
The vicar looks bit 'of couler' today.
Also, me, having to wear my glasses all the time. Life dragged this month... Precious plans and strategies not been welcomed.
Expectation is that someone is willing to listen to an old dog.
Silence hangs in the air at present.
Sense of detachment in our rural community.
Echo often about yesterday.......has my own development,( further clarifies), things must change, people must want to not be so isolated.
The silence around interpersonal and communication around own growth is uncomfortable sound.
Like my bee stings.
Diversity not evident and council charges stuck in a place that ,feel l left emotionality.
Physically left, moved away..took long road that was internal along with geography of movement.
Spirituality grew ,developed, questioned, sought to discover further.
Here this place, personally feel strangled.
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