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Saturday Evening Post

It has been a rather strange week, trust was lost in an instant and now I'd be trying to see if it was ever really there. It is not something that is given easily after everything, and the thought that the ability to do so was merely an illusion is a devastating one. 

Tonight I will pick up the pieces of the week, as the blond child sleeps and prepare for the week ahead. Church tomorrow will be a welcome reprieve for us. The friendly faces and ever present concern for us makes us feel loved.

The neighbors are quiet, and keep to themselves, as long as you leave the door closed. Other than that a few will take every opportunity to socialize with you. It is nice most days, until you want to be alone. Then you simply go home and close the door. They take it as a sign to back off.

Well, if I put this off any longer it will be a Sunday morning post, so I'll leave you for now.


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