retired for the day again... the sunny days maybe full of light and warmth... the ice queen within ... the ease with which I switch from mood to mood...
The dark pools of ripples in detest and disgust at those who deem to help; but actually are full of themselves ...
And you will know who I am on about ... I await the time in which it draws near ...
However a good solid walk up the hill to the park at the top of town where pooper scoopers walkers reign anytime of day ... The array of dogs muzzled or not.
And then by the log fire using skills once upon a time. The making the most before this time too draws to an end. I take nothing for granted. These rooms will be echoes of past gone. One part gone already ... two parts full with my occasional time here in passing ...
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