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Credit where credit is due l

Blowing over protrusions that alter our view point this morn. Lightly does it, gently to a point, then a spike in the side, out of nowhere. should we be so quick to rule that (nowhere) out. Thinking it over the reason is in my face. Dam. Dam, Dam.

Let the dampness fall, red faced though I feel like a fool. Who's fault, but mine alone I guess, although maybe credit is due where credit is due, with exclamation.

The needs of others in priority decided, without a word said. Choose a choice, letting floods flow, chilly breezes numb the core. Recovery is slow I doubt, wounds of peaceful times.

Progress.

30 Sept 2009