Stolen hours in the middle of the day. Perfectly prepared desserts worth every calorie of preparation work. The end of the month crystallizes, in read-through books and end-of-month seasons. Old age whispers reassurances-- mediocrity is increasingly acceptable. It's increasingly difficult to discern skill from shortcuts. Deja vu with an artificially blonde mess. Responses the taste like old porcelain. Silent weeping and apologies at admonishments. Uncle Remus in the background evangelizing about Brer Rabbit. A soft pink glow as a sedative. Rinsing frustration from the mind with an early bedtime.
10:27 a.m. - 2018-09-03
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