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unrecognisable
there is a kind of pleasure,
when an old colleague
calls my name as I struggle down
the street with my
shopping bag and stick, but I'm no longer the same
Published 30th Jun 2021
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30th Jun 2021 6:08am
Dear P,
There is an indescribable pain that transcends the body and more so the mind when a medical change has transpired. You capture this mini moments with laser sharp precision that cuts right to matter of complete understanding for anyone going through such a change.
“but I’m no longer the same” dearest P…xo
H🌷
There is an indescribable pain that transcends the body and more so the mind when a medical change has transpired. You capture this mini moments with laser sharp precision that cuts right to matter of complete understanding for anyone going through such a change.
“but I’m no longer the same” dearest P…xo
H🌷
30th Jun 2021 11:36pm
30th Jun 2021 4:35pm
Unrecognisable??
Even if you'd post those short masterpieces anonymously, ex ungue leonem cognoscimus.
Even if you'd post those short masterpieces anonymously, ex ungue leonem cognoscimus.
30th Jun 2021 11:34pm
thank you; although as regards myself, I prefer ex auribus cognoscitur asinus :)
