Seasons are doing their march forward...or something like that. We put the tshirt sheets on the bed. Meaning serious lethargy in the morning. Because tshirt sheets don't want to let go.
Meaning that it takes me twice the time to wake up and find words.
I'll adjust.
"The caretakers of the various cemeteries involved report that no ghosts walk."
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2 comments:
those damned words.
always hard to catch.
always.
Yup. And easily ignored when distractions loom.
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