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Jan 2019
The first time I walked through the door of  a group of people.
I sat there  feeling. Alone not included.
Not one came over to ask me if they could help me.
Or just took a moment to say hello not seen you here before
. can I get you something
Pehaps a cuppa
Would make you feel  welcomed into strange  environment.
Only you know theses desperate times of  being alone at home.
Different  type of aloneness amongst strangers.
Rosalind Heather Alexander
Written by
Rosalind Heather Alexander  64/F/Edinburgh Scotland
(64/F/Edinburgh Scotland)   
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