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Dear Soul.
Gosh it’s weird addressing you like a separate thing.
Like a thing with it’s own life.
Like a thing I recognise is a part of me but not the whole of me which has a ‘mind’ of its own, which I guess you are… just like my body seems to do it’s own thing without agreement from the rest of me so much of the time.
There’s a little old house at the main intersection out from our little side pocket of the hills, that I hadn’t realised I’d been watching till I’d been watching it for a decade or so, and only then because some sadnesses were being played out in vignettes of only seconds, each time I pulled up to turn right down the hill.
Nearly 30 years I’ve been watching. Half of those without consciously taking note but now looking back there’s a story.
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