Moving
Jess wrote something sweet for me. Thanks babe.
I don’t know how to convery my thoughts, for converted to words lose their exclusiveness in my head. It is, privarcy invaded. My space, raided, stripped, stark.
Not very happy, but a smile, made my day.
Boss said I dressed pretty today, boss’s dad said I dressed lady-like today. Hehe.
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How long before I can sit in the sunshine and feel all is well?
