Christmas Eve. Twilight is setting in. People are gathering for traditional family Christmas dinners.
I'm painting my nails and having a little wine to postpone the inevitable: dinner with my own family.
Grateful for my family; absolutely. But.
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But.
But thoughts of writing with a different pen.
But musings on fleeting might-have-beens. So long ago that only echoes remain?
Merry christmas PianoPoet
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