like a conversation you start writing at a point of one interest and it digresses to the most odd memories of time past ... born in one county ... bred in another ... living in a Capital City borough and having my own children in another county ...
And passing through many homes throughout that time ... a bit like the paternal line ... a nomad of sorts ... never quite fitting in at times ... your roots not quite settling ... All interesting especially in recent times getting to know people again, the exchange of information in a conversation more than just the pleasantries ...
The thoughts anytime of day that inspire me in the now, the words that touch type wrong or predictive text throwing up words of interest and hilarious at times or so very inappropriate ...
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