meandering
dusty sneakers in a sunny corner of the room. basket of crumpled tissues, several on the floor, from an early victim of fall. a few shots left on that roll. clean laundery, still unfolded, recently strewn on the bedspread.
still, filled with suspense, waiting for at least a new paragraph, i read on. three stories, intersecting only in my mind. focus.
at least it's sunny in that corner.
still, filled with suspense, waiting for at least a new paragraph, i read on. three stories, intersecting only in my mind. focus.
at least it's sunny in that corner.
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