Tomorrow,
we fly to Scotland, early.
For sad stuff.
Normal blogging will resume when
I return on Monday.
Puffy eyed and raw.
I hate death.
Really do.
Till Monday, friends.
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A sound of birds singing
It's early. And almost a year since I was here. I hear a sound of birds singing outside my window and a dog barking down the street. ...
*Weeps* I hate death too. Thinking of you my lovely.
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Kess
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