Late and Alone

Three days of unexpected thunderstorms let off to a blue sky and a Friday night. A stumling ma holding up his pants as he walked bummed a smoke off of a well-dressed man in a limo; not the driver. I am thinking it could rain again anytime now as I try to get more than 3 bites out of a chocolate coconut macaroon.

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One Comment

  1. Posted October 6, 2006 at 2:11 am | Permalink

    I too notice little details, beautiful in their subtlety when I am by myself. It helps to take the edge off of lonliness.

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