Just supposing you took it

That first step, like the first time you wrote the first line of the rest of your life, and back then it seemed to take ages but now you can whizz through the pages as if it was always meant to be…

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Bombs away

Moving twice as fast to catch up with the past, but making no headway at all. Standing still will do me. thoughts of a tree but even trees fall eventually. On Sunday I pray. The church bells have rung I am hoisted and hung by my own petard, ‘Hamlet; always thus, hard to understand? If…

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