December or the
twelfth month of the year.
The End of the beginning.
At least one day outside on wheels every month of
the year some more than others.
Out again this morning
beating the light at 6:50.
Layered and warm for
a bit of bliss and a scone to follow.
Pain was in the legs as
the raitos from the summer make the
legs Hurt.
It is in the numbers and their is
light @ the tunnels end, I can see it.
1 comment:
I'd sell a central toe for a scone.
Maybe even one on the ends if it came with blueberries or some other sort of shit like that.
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