Nocturnal Wenchy

African Hips Don't Lie


Adrift on the Open Veld

I understand why premature babies die when they have little human contact. Flesh on flesh warmth.

Perhaps similar tactics are used when prisoners are placed in solitary confined.

All walls are not defined.

I wish you enough,
Wenchy

poѕтed ғroм тнe ѕecond cloυd on yoυr leғт



4 responses to “Adrift on the Open Veld”

  1. 😦 that’s sad. Hope all will be OK. Xx

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  2. that is one reason for having Faith, that you are never really alone.

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  3. Yvonne Griffin avatar
    Yvonne Griffin

    I think that is the cruellest of all sins, the worst of all situations to be in. That is, according to me, utter loneliness. That is also where the saying ‘loneliness may make for strange bedfellows’ come in.

    To all supposed ‘partners’ out there… If this is where you have left your partner … Watch out. Red danger lights flickering. No man/woman is an island.

    There is ALWAYS somebody out there willing to touch and care …

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  4. Hey Wenchy. I am a regular follower. We don’t know each other and I have no idea what has happened to place you in this space but I wish you hugs, strength and clarity to find your way through. T.

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Mom to many, wife to SirNoid. Lover of water, walks in the shade and all things purple.

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