Easter
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Sunday. Easter and the clocks changed, so somebody stole an hour from a holiday already occupied by church, relatives and enough food to compromise structural integrity. Yuri called after lunch. Dad called from Genova. Tia sent a message. Edo sent Easter wishes followed immediately by a track title, which is very Edo.
No four biscuits today. There are limits.
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.