Like buses.

Not quiet sure where April went,pretty sure it was lost with being and doing and recovering. And now it’s May and Summer.

I guess I haven’t’ had either the time or the need to write about things.
While occasionally the notions would occur that I could write about something which took my interest happened there wasn’t any urgency to do.
Things simply remained bubbling in the background and just like that the urge was there again and just like buses you wait for ages and 3 come at once.

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