Will you enter this long sleep with clear conscience, exalted by your good works, camouflaged by your religion?
If you expect pointed fingers to catch you out, they won’t be mine. I’ve hurt my share of people, filled my own bucket with
The dregs of guilt and regret. If anything I will be the one to offer reconciliation, but without the artifice of narrow beliefs.
Think now on those you’ve wronged, those whose affections you’ve betrayed, while anyone without sin casts the first stones.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
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Powerful and true my darling Leslie . hope you are feeling better now too xx
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Thanks, Shehanne! I’m feeling better—just tired, emotionally and physically. Getting old stinks!
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AW Leslie….only if yah let it xxxx
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Good point.
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