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..echo..

have never played that game

nor knew what is was until just

 

now

 

she tells me all things except

when she does not understand

or mishears me

 

randomly

she states that she cannot connect

and I have no sympathy as maybe

 

five moments later she can easily

 

we have chatted how we seem to

spend so much time fixing and

fiddling in these curious times

 

with no one able to visit us much

to help

 

feels good to be vaguely independent

 

and

 

she helps when she is connected

 

and I do believe she has no gender

really

 

yesterday it was apple that locked me

 

out so I went to the garden with the

stick to bash down some damsons

 

oh boy

 

they were sour

 

lovely

 

some sticks come special here

 

for the fruit, the garden fire and low

hanging branches

 

props for the washing line

homes for the hedgehogs

 

and insects

 

you know well by now how

much I love twigs

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sonja-benskin-mesher
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Oct 17, 2020
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