I'm sitting at home. Alone. Looking at the flowers I bought for myself weeks ago that have since wilted but not lost any of their beauty...listening to Johnny Hartman and John Coltrane while smoking a cigarette (I do once or twice a year) and eating a doughnut (laughing). And I just thought to myself, "I'm that person." The one in the horrendously boring but beautiful sequence at the beginning of many indie films. And I'm completely content with that. Smiles.I hope that you all are doing wonderfully, and have much better stories to share than I do at present.
Cheers
ND
PS...this was the time I've segmented to attempt running. I don't think that's ever going to happen....
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