day spent
doing my
own thing
day spent doing things for others, both
wasted –
I was not
there –
lost in the shallows of the sea along the flat shoreline
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
being wormhole: nothing significant
doing wormhole: Salisbury Cathedral // suspended in everything
living wormhole: in the / Citadel / Park / a leaf / new / ly fell
sea wormhole: chartless …
waves wormhole: the bench
mlewisredford 
Another school-year over and I feel I was not as present for my little one as I could/should have been. Next year is another promise.
Feeling this one.
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love to you all
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And so the days of our lives slip away, unremarked and unmourned until it is too late. I’m afraid it has always been so.😔
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