Once we left there might be mixed feelings? Some will remember us, most likely "strangers" like I do with one lady who spoke to me on the streets, an unknown elderly sister I met as I picked up her cats with the animal ambulance as she had to be hospitalized. I still remember her even emptied her house as she died in hospital though we were not related.
Some people we remember even though they never had their freedom.

It's sad how we try so hard to be accepted and liked while ending up with the kniwledge we do not like ourselves. The only person we live with 24/7

I tajes strength to continue and strength to leave everything behind.

A good Sunday/start of the week

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