Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

1.13

I've got cracker crumbs on my shirt front. I've fallen asleep on the bench in the park. My stuff has fallen off and spread out over the ground in a fan around me. If I knew how hot you were, I'd have the good sense to be embarrassed, but I sleep. Forgive me.

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