Thursday, August 2, 2018

last good days


what were the last good days like?
Christy Rodgers


In the morning I drank coffee, black from a blue mug, and stood at the back door in the eastern light. Birdsong peppered the flowering shrubs. There was no sound of cars in the street.

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