"Manna falls from the sky; I have only to open my hands and receive."- Henry Miller, Tropic of Capricorn
Kathryn and I got the last two seats on the Thursday morning bus to Atlantic City. With our bus tickets we got coupons for $20 in chips at the casino. I spent the first twenty minutes of the ride trying to figure out what to call the
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I want to curl up on my favorite stone bench in the community garden in McCarren Park, where I used to kiss David back when I still thought I might love him, even though the primroses are long gone and the ferns are resting until spring. The new organic market up the street is still selling plums, but they're the last of the stock, bruised and a little sour. This year I am better off than last year.
And the best part is that it doesn't seem to be done on purpose, more like writer's instinct...
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Hope you're having a good week!
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