I am away from home. Work takes me from my family and humble abode. The idea was that I was supposed to do some studying. That’s not really happening. Time is of the essence.
The job is the same as ever.
I miss my baby and my husband terribly, tremendously.
The weeks will merge eventually.
Count on it.
Outside the wind howls around the mountains.
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From the ordinary to poetry... I like it.
unintentional, that was.
no, seriously, the wind was HOWLING, asif so many cayotes were loosing their baleful cries!
i know there are baboons... havent heard there may be cayotes. ... probably not in this part of the world.
it was definitely the wind.
it's cold here.
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