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As I reflect back through my memories of my younger self, it all seems like a dream, or I’m reading someone else’s life story.

And the time has just spread by..I’m nearly in the last quadrant of my life and what have I got to show for it?

Well I believe I’ve always been the kind considerate understanding kind of bird that flittered from post to post..and why kind when the world often wanted to throw lemons…yes hard bitter sour lemons…I believed and still believe what you give out ..kindness or hatred..it will always come back to you in the form you sent it.

I’ve been surrounded by misfortune most of my life but am happy where I am. Even though, like I said, my bag is full of burdens …I can draw on this laden bag for topics in my short stories…

Most of us on here want to write a novel but just a few words published even on this site or Facebook that someone else said..well done….not the proverbial like tick that so many use…no I yearn for written comments from one’s heart that flow onto my page.. who invent the like button anyway!

So I’ve been allowing words to spill across many sites for 6 months but it is hard to find a niche for myself.

Next 6 months I still see myself on this roundabout cooling