shift in process outside in ... the devices evolving over this period of process to recover much ... The technology established in the way I get those photos in a time line virtual ...
I have now been able to reunite a device with photos from that crucial timeline in tragedy and all. I aimed my camera to it to some to take photos at moments of the disgusting way we were treated. The record of documentation to pass on to family to get so much dealt with when I could not look at it ... it will be archived ... that new feature coming on the platform at a crucial time in this gross pictorial record.
It is like my Mum who destroyed much when they didn't take the medical files of care recorded at home of Dads ...
A tad of it was manually uploaded at the time ... when I was learning how to deal with these devices to pass onto to the relevancy at the time ...
I have now been able to reunite a device with photos from that crucial timeline in tragedy and all. I aimed my camera to it to some to take photos at moments of the disgusting way we were treated. The record of documentation to pass on to family to get so much dealt with when I could not look at it ... it will be archived ... that new feature coming on the platform at a crucial time in this gross pictorial record.
It is like my Mum who destroyed much when they didn't take the medical files of care recorded at home of Dads ...
A tad of it was manually uploaded at the time ... when I was learning how to deal with these devices to pass onto to the relevancy at the time ...
The housekeeping and deleting virtual along with the reality ...
The next ongoing phase to eliminate ...
And the amazing photos too in the lucid moments I do not remember much ... Amd those shared in the wider circles of the milestones within life that carries on around. This when your own world sits in a stampede of surreal stillness within your viewpoint of in out. The cold freeze where everything is so different, cold and alien.
The world imploded. It was not being able to do anything that I had become accustomed to. Absolutely out of my environment.... I belonged nowhere in the world at that point. There are many factors that scarred my whole being. I gritted my emotions to get through through the hurt and anger initially. And while I am appreciative of some of it. I have had to curb the thoughts of those precipitous times. And how the reactions of much through so much of human nature behaviour. I have forever silent thoughts about certain actions of certain people. A lot never spoken.
A daughter, a sister, a Mum, a Dad some cousins and a young man who have been the only ones to get a timely glimpse of a tad of my truest sense of how I feel... and then only relevance to certain aspects of life, ill and death ...
and one friend I made before I spent a lot of time in other problems begotten ....
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