Today we said goodbye. While l was at friends funeral marking end to long suffering with Austio phariutus... It damaged his body it's so cruel. But he championed the illness fought bravely working in many ways that surprised others.
I sit in the middle of the garden in the Autumn of my years on another hailstorm tainted summer day. Spitting up blood, coughing a harsh noise that's been with me since February. " You'll need to a triage so we can get you an appointment."
No fed up waiting in your lines. Soldier onwards. suggestion is picked up lounge issue. The triage ask questions about my Male pregnancy, how l wish to identify myself, all stuff feels so useless not filling in...oh yeah again Authorities hassling me for not displaying my disabled badge.
The country is in turmoil political, threats and illegally laws are not performing the required matrix. The one that allows vulnerable victimised to witness justice. It's deep day time to ponder endings, losing dear people and being left out.
So sitting in the garden in the middle of my years...
As you should. Lots of housework all boring stuff being gathering for a long time perhaps soon it will be over. Not life hoping for longer but this period of my deconstruction from Coast to rural town, to village constructing.
Sat in this place while on a island l love others gather.
“For me, these people are like my brothers,” said 74-year-old Dominic Anastasi, who has watched generations of collectors gather outside his shop since becoming Malta’s sole distributor of Panini stickers in 1970.
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