i follow twisting stairs and streets up and up
until the sound of violins draws me still further
to a string quartet playing to an empty street –
construction site backdrop,
cigarette scattered stage,
and i move closer to listen, but the last notes have faded,
chairs scraping, bows clattering varnish, the musicians stand
and someone says, Just leave the music
it is there still, on the stands and in memory
We got pool rings!! in the brand new pool in our apartment!!
Today is a baking day, we made delicious fortune cookies!!
Struggling to understand some people's coping mechanisms. Perhaps it's best to give them space and let it run it's course.
Between a river, mountain and a highway.
Bagpipes on the Morning Trail
I love travelling...back home
The Truth About Education
Just Another Day Gone By Loving You
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