#07: freedom March 29, 2019March 31, 2019 / Frank Prem and freedom tastes like a grey-clad sky let the rain wash me cleaner … Share this:PrintTweetEmailMoreWhatsAppShare on TumblrRedditTelegramPocketLike Loading...
My parents have been down at Mallacoota for nearly two weeks and they’ve had about 80ml in that time, we’ve had 4.5ml, Seems once again the rain went around us. LikeLike
I know that feeling! Great to be out and in the land of the well and the living again! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
It is, Anne. I feel a little disconnected, to be honest. Have to work my way back to being myself again. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Ellen, it’s wonderful to be home again. Thank you so much for your and Ted’s card. It is a treasure photo, I think. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Frank Prem Poetry 
Run!!!
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Made it, Cage. Home again now.
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Rain? What’s that?
Good to see you are out of there.
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38 mils.
Nice to be home
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My parents have been down at Mallacoota for nearly two weeks and they’ve had about 80ml in that time, we’ve had 4.5ml, Seems once again the rain went around us.
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Enjoy! And take it easy for a while.
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I’ll try Mick.
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I know that feeling! Great to be out and in the land of the well and the living again!
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It is, Anne.
I feel a little disconnected, to be honest. Have to work my way back to being myself again.
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Glad you are back at home, Frank! Take care.
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Ellen, it’s wonderful to be home again.
Thank you so much for your and Ted’s card. It is a treasure photo, I think.
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