Walking home in the
long late sun and I smell
jasmine flowers and
fir trees in the heat.
Suddenly I'm in the
courtyard of my childhood
home, and the woods behind
my Grandma's house,
all at once.
I am going to write a story of some variety, long or short, fictitious or factual, every single day for a year. Wish me luck.
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