Blue bird.
All is very well. There's no point attempting to protect oneself from hurt. It will come. There's no point thinking there is any escape. There isn't. That's okay.
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Sometimes a neighbour's look, a post-card, a telephone call] will carry you up the shore of another life] and leave you gaping amazed at sudden jungle] a world away from the dolorous desk.] Castaway by Margaret Scott
Sometimes a neighbour's look, a post-card, a telephone call will carry you up the shore of another life and leave you gaping amazed at sudden jungle a world away from the dolorous desk. Castaway by Margaret Scott