Tuesday, September 22, 2020

Elucidate Nothing

      The horizon and the sun are playing a game this time of year, a game with my heart. It gets dark sooner, the air cools faster, people are being swept off the streets - home, home, go... It gets nostalgic, it whispers: "Extemporise, get alive, spontaneously dance." And the big LAUNDROMAT just adds spice to this chai of feelings. So you feel like washing a comforter soon and wander the flecked city darkness, let me know - I'm coming with. 



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