Perhaps this is the start?
Or maybe it's just a phase.
But I have never been as restless as I am now.
Things will happen.
I will take myself away and to that place
that I dreamed of with a head full of smoke.
Oh, but it was clear.
I was made to travel and to experience.
There is no comfort with this restlessness.

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Oh the days.
My house is big and my little body doesn't need it all.
But my tea does, and the sounds from my record player do as well.
They fill it warm and settle the dust in the air so that I drift and feel comfortable.

I think about being a grandma.
And still always about adventures.

Do you need some toilet paper? How about some towels?