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Rated: ASR · Book · Biographical · #1326369

The vented spleen of a frustrated communicator!

Living in a strange place with most family and all friends a long way away, there are times when talking to myself is the only option.....
October 7, 2007 at 8:43am
October 7, 2007 at 8:43am
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Last night I saw my life from another perspective...from above. There have been times I have looked into a mirror and tried to see the person I once was.

Unrecognisable.

A life of love and loss have formed a crust across those years.
This face belongs to my Mother. These limbs belong to her mother. This life is not the one I ordered when I stepped into adult hood!

Then, a button pushed out of interest, took me to childhood places, rubbed dirt in my face, skinned my knees, slept in my little bed and showed me a past I thought was gone forever.
I felt the breath of my first born against my breast, patted my childrens bottoms. My Dad heard me tell him I loved him. I heard familiar voices gathering, straining to be remembered.
Sadness? Gratitude? Wonder?
All of those things.
Because last night, I googled the earth.
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