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I was aobut to write something.
Something aobut how the longing for your lover can hurt you when there's so long since you had a life sign.
Something aobut how the calm purring of a tiny furball of a kitten can sothe a hurt heart, even if it can't heal it.
Sometihng aobut watching the flowers on apple-trees in the dawn, after a rainy and dark night.
Something about how far your mind can travel in a second when your heart is somewhere else than your body.
But I was intererupted. In the relieving sense, and as I calm my heart, and the morngin birds entertain kittens, I'll let you all have the picture I saw in my window, and leave here for the night.
Something aobut how the longing for your lover can hurt you when there's so long since you had a life sign.
Something aobut how the calm purring of a tiny furball of a kitten can sothe a hurt heart, even if it can't heal it.
Sometihng aobut watching the flowers on apple-trees in the dawn, after a rainy and dark night.
Something about how far your mind can travel in a second when your heart is somewhere else than your body.
But I was intererupted. In the relieving sense, and as I calm my heart, and the morngin birds entertain kittens, I'll let you all have the picture I saw in my window, and leave here for the night.