It feels like you are stuck. Stuck on that horrible date. The sun is shining but you are living the same day repeatedly in your head. A nightmare.
Saturday, November 18, 2023
Friday, November 17, 2023
We used to call it heaven.
We used to call the weekends heaven. Working when the office was empty, was our thing. Now we can't call heaven anymore. I don't think we ever will.
Wednesday, November 15, 2023
"And the wheat grow again"
That's life. And death is part of it. Because the sun will rise again tomorrow and the wheat grow again.
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