at last, the rain began.
heavy, swaying leaves
circular guitar lines, distant chimes and the cadence of water
breaking into pieces,
white spray in the wake of cars on silver streets
sssssshhhhhh
the playful bite of a young autumn, nipping at heels stepping
sharply over reflections in the pavement
...
a small retirement party.
fruit display, vegetable
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on the other hand, posts like this one remind you of your humanity, and those are always useful.
dontrelle
ps: maybe we should just start an online journal.
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