Different Pen
Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
café comment
At our usual café, at our usual table by the window. He is talking about spiritual things. He looks great in a stylish beard.
I say: "I'm wearing my
hooker boots
."
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