The Archers, omnibus plays from the radio. The crunchy nut cornflakes, bloat and sink in the bowl that I chipped when I dropped it in the dark of the hallway of my third floor tenement flat.
And you said Happy Birthday, but it's the wrong time of year. Well I guess it's the thought that counts. Merry Christmas.
The CD, I'd listen to while I would drive down back roads. near my home town when I was in Highschool, Doesn't seem to resonate with me this year. Maybe by the spring it will.
And you said Merry Christmas, but it's the wrong time of year. Well I guess it's the thought that counts. Happy Birthday.
I saw the northern lights, over central Scotland last night. It reminded me there's a pull that's invisible to you, and me, and everybody.
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