There were days when laughter was abound ….they came like rain, wanton and loud. Mornings spent watching the patterns spread on the wall like jeweled ink blots and yearning clowns. Evenings on the rooftop watching the world tick away…sky a molten yellow and gray, speckled with paprika clouds. Nights on the balcony, listening to music, reading from books like far from the madding crowd.
Days that began with uncertain hellos and ended with unspoken goodbyes…
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