The story - the cold
Peter paints.....oil bars on circles
I write - pretending to have a theme
Stopped before at the tobacco shop
Picked up pipes to smoke in childlike wonder
Adventurous. Making handmade cigarettes
and ate some pie. We pass hours gleefully
Walking in the brisk autumn air.
We sit with music later.
I begin to write to Piano Man.
Pete finds
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