I’m all cried out, one minute, then waterfall full the next. The Sun still shines… but, it’s always somewhere else… yonder. I hate that word ‘Yonder’ for you can walk all day and night, until your weary, battered feet blister and bleed and you are never any closer to it. I have great self control, …
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