Nothing to say, so can you spare an hour or so…over a drink or…
Time and again, and again, then some more.
We tell stories on Fridays and remember them on Mondays years later.
The rain and the beat on tin roofs.
Trying out new paint brushes.
Easing into the paragraph.
Chopping rare onions.
All in the name of saying something, in a good way.
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