See You Tomorrow

The body ages and my hope is   so the heart and soul ferment  existence into an elixir only ageing can possess.   Something to do about the ...

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      It is the gloaming in steady rain   striking  the windshield, windows, that metallic sound of rain  hitting the car’s roof,   fog rising i...
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