Oh. Little green box indicates how quick the charge escapes this fone.
This can’t be a diary because I don’t write them.
Probably soon down the road, some decision or technique will poof this post.
If not, I may have to.
I have no theme.
No raison destry rides again.
Maybe no one’ll notice it.
Uh oh.
Crisply swirls of ice breath mist like seaside waves reap coming in
To chill chase comfort forcing air
All windows closed but still it’s there
Another night another dawn from naught to light
And wake upon
The Sunday, the unday, a one day til Monday
Wish there was more fun day
And heat hot more more.
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