In Flux
Walked a lot... why? Didn't want to wait for the bus in the chilling wind.
I had to walk, block by block, through alleys and backyards.
Bought some groceries, came home, had my lunch. Its a murky day outside. But I had just come from there, hadn’t I?
The weather seemed normal to me, and the wind only blew at the bus stops. What now?
I have to go back to the past. To your photo album. You're waiting for me there, as always, at your computer desk. Hello, my darling. It’s great to see you.
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