Saturday, September 25, 2021

Silence

enters the percussive. Re-reading Chiyo-ni. Sipping tea.  Remembering last night's jazz.  
 

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  1. Susan E. GangelSeptember 30, 2021 at 8:05 AM

    At one time his blue wool blazer would have been sporty with the jeans. But graying now and hunched over he just looks like yesterday. The puddles on the way to the concert are so deep.

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