Tag Archives: Sunday

Sunday morning

For S. A tidal sound wave of the Italian airforce flying formations woke us at eight forty-five today The office is as messy as usual, its effect on my writing and other parameters yet to be examined as to creative … Continue reading

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Elegy on August Sunday

For A. It’s Sunday morning and speechless apart from the dog I already took on a walk and reprimanded to speed up a few times While I felt free to stop here and there to pick the ripest berries To … Continue reading

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