there are no set ideas in this house upon the repetition of words. we are sorry that you cried.
it has been a good morning so far. with fried eggs on toast and the air. sorry that i was hopeless, even with clues.
there is a mist, a cloth, hanging, while i have seen so much. i forgot to ask about your trip. i had driven the mountain to see you, parked nicely, kissed your cheek, talked about the issues.
it all showed pride and i know
you have seen it too. raddled
face in mirrors, knowing that we
are all much the same. we move