I’m on my way home. I’m ready. My head hurts, my shoulder hurts, my body is weary. I should be using this time to write, but even my brain feels tired. I can’t believe it, but for a while, I’m travelled out.
I’m on my way home. I’m ready. My head hurts, my shoulder hurts, my body is weary. I should be using this time to write, but even my brain feels tired. I can’t believe it, but for a while, I’m travelled out.
Hey Felicity, have a great trip home and hope we get to meet again on the mystery scene either in the UK or USA. xx Dot
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