My inner thoughts are left between pages and the ears of animals.
I toil all my days. Uncovering and then recovering. Remaining the same.
With each shovelful removed, the rain sweeps in more debris. I am sweating in the rain digging my own grave.
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Sunshinefalling (
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Powerful words. Also frightening. You etch a very sad picture of one's struggles. Your phrases are virtual photos. "between pages and the ears of animals," sweating in the rain," each shovelful...more debris," stc. Loved it. - Phil A.
Thank you Phil. 😊
Wow.. Brilliant ending!
Thank you Dan!
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