Life is made of moments. Connected together they form the stories we tell ourselves about our world and our place in it. Some moments you try to forget, some you cling to when all else is going wrong, and some change over time through the haze of memory and time.
It was the first day of their enforced sabbatical, sequestered in a hotel away
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ah, that's exactly the phrase I would like to say to so many people!
perhaps instead I should say it more to myself, lol.
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By the length of the entry, it seems this spout of writing is coming to a close.
Thank Jeeba Slug.
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