Old Wineskins

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Old Wineskins
My life the Metaphor.

My life the Metaphor.

Nov 13, 2020
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.. I had nothing to say until I looked around.. and then everything began to dance for me to offer God..

Closing tabs again.. yes, I have the bad habit of leaving them open when I put my laptop to sleep. My whole digital life is this ongoing thing I try to return to..

I said goodnight earlier, intending to sleep early. But Hugo insisted I write, not to …

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