I felt like writing a poem
In the middle of the night
The ideas came scrambling
But soon after, took flight.
A molting nomad came along
In time and delayed
It flit about and went away
Yet gave me words that stayed.
Day 4 of 108
I put up my Christmas tree today with the help of my friend. It was such a precious, beautiful day. I got out some stuff from last year and...
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