20th
April
2016
Familiarity with every semicolon
There you go. Clear sky. No wind. Full moon in view. And then my “old fella” voice murmurs… “Close the door. Cold outside!” Such is my life. Had to go and convince the dog that it was time to come in, before the chorus starts to howl. That kind of evening. I can hear the buoy up at the point, and the occasional rumble of whatever going by on the road outside.
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