Sue, the bumps are here for me.
Perhaps I can follow the trail (I would do fewer perhaps or ors, be firmer)
and see where it leads or perhaps (maybe follow the trail/and see where if
leads/or stop to end the trip)
stopping here is all.
Or if I choose not to take (no or here)
that worn trail, well, (Well. I would drop all of these, to me they a faux
conversation, be leaner)
there is always the cliff.
But who wants to choose that?
No. I can accept. What I can't do (and not sure what to do here except
something)
is let go. For I know
Smiles.
Gary
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