Easter
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Sunday. Church, family, lunch without visible end, chocolate, more chocolate, somebody insisting I eat something savoury because apparently this restores moral order. No tea. Four biscuits would have been an act of aggression.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.