@Joseph_Fasano_ I GO DOWN TO THE SHORE
by Mary Oliver
I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out,
and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what shall —
what should I do? And the sea says
in its lovely voice:
Excuse me, I have work to do.
@AshaRangappa_ is it possible that our intel might have an idea of these conversations, especially as DJT has been so careless with national secrets in past?