Ferragosto
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Thursday. Heat. Sea. Dad. Tia. Food. More food. Somebody offering fruit after dessert because apparently fruit occupies a separate legal category. Yuri called and I missed him enough that hearing his voice made me briefly quiet.
Tia noticed.
Obviously.
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.