Tuesday, May 8, 2018


My cat Lulu kneads my arm, like a kitten kneading his mother for milk.

I have little injuries. I need to remember to treat them.

If I did not wake, when he wanted attention in the night, those would be on my face.


Find a code.

The Lord takes his portion his way.

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