Yesterday, I was at the beach. Far, way far south and towards the continental shift of blue to green. Today, I’m back where the routine transpires. Back on a weekday, in fighting shape and spirit. Had to hop in the old jalopy and skip on down a few parsecs for some work gig, for an assignment that’d only go belly up without a mountainous gold rush dig, but it’s the way it was and is, and I’m here just fleshing out all the fine-feathered details.
Searching for new reads?
Poetry about Strange Cars or maybe a fictional novel journal about a Dioramist protagonist who struggles with a passion for writing and a former love? Be sure to check out my published wares on Amazon if you’re interested.
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