when sunday invaded monday
on a monday morning, who knows what might happen.
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Tag: whimsy
on glinjerade rim
steam rose in quiet swirls from the tea cup. the sky was cloudy, a faint hint of tea leaf in the...
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a sliver of sky
the sky is always there, beyond my computer. some instinct of mine, first thing in the morning...
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rainy days and sundays
“bzzzzzzzzzz!” it was the carpenter bee. black and rotund and a little hazy as it...
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sunday tale
“i think,” said the frog, frowning wisely, “you start feeling freedom once you...
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