I let myself sit on Earth, embracing the dirt from the ground and the dried leaves that fell from above. I let myself relax, resting my back against the old trunk, facing the tempermental sky that is glowing today. This is a different place, a different time: pen and paper in hand and observing the daily life. No glamour, no thrill, but the old and
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I'm seeing new stuff from you Sarah,,, and I like it.
a middle aged couple ... (I wonder if Anne and I fit the mold)
Nice writing.
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i wish there were more!!!!!!!!!!!!!
see u next week!
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