He’s told today
he’s free to be
as normal as
he can be
He asked again
she said no
she didn’t shield
his feelings
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Shielding of the extremely vulnerable in England paused – he played, she stopped.
Pause, play, stop
EDC Writing – Believing Sight Unseen
'odd lines, short poems, bits of prose'
Free to be seems perfect to me.
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Yet it’s the can be that makes it less than.
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Well… What can I say?
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Whatever you feel you’re free too?
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I liked it!
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I think he should ask again… and again… and again…
xoxo
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Knowing him he might… how are you, G?
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I hope he might… How am I? Don’t ask. Just tell me beautiful stories… wrap me in your words.. 🙂
Eric, I hope everything is well on your side. I will be in touch soon.
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My side of the Atlantic, hot, too hot dare I say, but otherwise me and mine remain fine, and I’ll always ask my friend, in some way, take care, I look forward to hearing from you.
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I am glad you are fine. I saw it’s hot across the pond. Take care Eric.
xoxo
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It’s such a strange time. There’s a balance in there but he should always feel free to be. 🙂
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Ah, balance – an ever shifting way of being.
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Exactly!
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