It’s deepest July, when even the English school kids are finally on holiday. Today, the sky is crying fast, fat tears. All day. Man, mutt and visiting friend have gone out for a walk, as the British pride themselves on doing in whatever weather.
I’m settling into my red couch to commune with … you.
I’m thinking about death. Not bec…
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