...is 'personal' ... human life, impossible to have here any more.
Except, that is, with my one true combatant.
The brown man.
He and I battle and dance into the sunset.
And one thig I know it proves so beautifully, how to 'fix' any soul:
No not by being 'nice'.
There is also this same week gone by however the time immemorial 'work'.
Simple alliance in small community over a project.
She...no not me, she... and her daughter into my eyes stated
"what a great scheme... it just may save our livelhood, and also yes create a community ...please do"
"i shall put a note in the letterbox with the link..."
"great yes please do.."
"on second thoughts i will add to this note a whatsap with the link for your ease of use...after all you are busy.."
three days ago.
In the most backwater little not-busy spot in the most not-busy hamlet ever.
