Bog-land tricks and lady-dicks.

There’s been a lot of debris rattling around in the old skull the last week. Even more so than usual and I’ve been slower to write it down than normal. It feels like a variety of worrisome topics are bubbling to the boil all at the same time. Eventhough, some have been predicted, the reality of watching them come to fruition is unsettling. Into this swirl of differing thoughts - a vision of my uncle keeps popping up. I’ve come to realise ignoring signs like this stymies progress onto other preferred writing paths. What follows may not make much sense but I need to get it out of my system nonetheless. To let it go.

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