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If I were to go play Fiddler on the Roof; I'd say, no one knows the truth? No one knows the truth from fact. The truth, being median. Fact, being, which, either side believes. I wish that I had a measuring cup for either side of the scales. When we stop speaking, We can, always, listen to someone else. We get that yitter-yatter FORMS of truth everywhere. But I need to learn to just "Let It Be". ©2026Ellen Finn
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Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 7:21 PM UTC
No one knows the truth.
If I were to go play Fiddler on the Roof; I'd say, no one knows the truth? No one knows the truth from fact. The truth, being median. Fact, being, which, either side believes. I wish that I had a measuring cup for either side of the scales. When we stop speaking, We can, always, listen to someone else. We get that yitter-yatter FORMS of truth everywhere. But I need to learn to just "Let It Be". ©2026Ellen Finn
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