The late evening of a new time has been beckoning me out for a tobacco fix.
It feels nice.
The cold, the nostalgia of the cold, and the promise of a new cold in a new place.
I look forward to these meetings with myself and optimistic futures.
I feel warmth in the safe smiles of relishing in the far away and adolescent pasts.
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Good luck! Experience is the food of the soul.
ReplyDeleteAnd one of my favourite songs :)