As the swallows gather feeding up preparing to leave our shores. The birds gathering food on the wing as they feed up. "Who knows where the time goes ", Sandy Devine sings from time while ago. Still within our memories.
My mind slipped back to couler of heather, Moss covered hills mountain ranges everywhere. I am there again about to say goodbye to being a Director of Islands youth services. Wild animals and rushing waters left behind along with a vision that got left behind as well.
"Who knows where the time goes".But memory returns but health beat me along with impoverished economic check. That formed part of the strategy my mind had consulted inwardly about.
Now I'm a forgotten person, retired detached and without a vision.Honest open feelings shared here. Some level 5 technique for your own emotional literacy.
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