out of the containers and bags stuffed still to overflowing ... the alternate plans in place of the interruption of yet another infection that plaques me ... at least other decisions are made.
It's running the now along with the periodic, the future and the en mass from the past ... The odd in that moments when I am not feeling overwhelmed... it feels once again a life ...
... Those once dark thoughts of the simple touch of bad and it would be gone ... in the shadows that not one other ever asked ... In those early days ...
Only after ...
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