Few people get space for free – so self respect is an act of defiance.
I like nothing so much as that for which I’m not looking.
They’re everywhere. No, it’s not a horror story – just an observation.
Today – quarantine notwithstanding – you have a guest.
When humanity meets the first time traveler, they will just have woken from a high summer nap on a porch swing.
Everyone has at least one thing that makes them irrational.
Of course I’m writing. What else would it be?
Peach tree seasons, time run soft.
My definition of a good day is simple: it’s a day when time moves at the right speed.
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