Genova Sunday
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Sunday. Genova. Church with Dad. Lunch. Tia later. Tea at five with four biscuits because Dad has learned the system. Tia read several Splinder comments over my shoulder and developed immediate opinions about people she has never met.
The platform is clearly working.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.