Fat drizzle falls lazily
over the slow day
and hangs, a
curtain of mist,
off the edge of the
café’s wooden
veranda.
SITTING
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
Fat drizzle falls lazily
over the slow day
and hangs, a
curtain of mist,
off the edge of the
café’s wooden
veranda.