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Day Two Hundred Sixteen Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

Dreams pursue me. They filled my night. And they have followed me into the daylight.

Can I remember any of them? No. Not to write out in any coherent manner. They are a strange mixture of the past, and dare I say? The future.

Perhaps soon.

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About rwoz2

Poet, historian, writer for stage and screen. Responder to Jesus (Romans 5:8)

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