Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
Good afternoon, Wrizzlers. My phone was almost dead when I woke up, so no morning post. It was interesting for sure. Not the last couple, but the couple that visited prior to them, who are very nice, albeit freakers as well. They came just as my bladder was refusing to let me get back to sleep, and after I told them about yesterday, the man gave me $5, and smoked me out. While visiting, two of the hummingbirds visited while the woman was sitting on the little dresser which is right next to the water. She was actually appreciating the interaction. When I showed her my poems that I had printed out--some of the PBK poems--she grabbed a pencil and ran off, which I was told was par for her course. I get the sense that she might be a somatic empath as well. After he ran off to find her, I had oatmeal, and then the hummingbird father visited to take a bath. I decided to name him Lancelot, as he has a loud voice....[[|:-)
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