Friday, February 12, 2021

Forty-eight:

48

Three nights in a row.

Dreams like movies

based on book types.

First horror, then murder 

mystery. Now science 

fiction... Wonder what 

tonight will bring?

That was days ago now.

Many several. Sometimes

I do not feel the need

to write down 

my thoughts and 

I consider that that

is a good thing. 


Markle~

12February2021


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