Four Biscuits
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Thursday. Tea at five. Four biscuits. Push It playing. Yuri called halfway through biscuit number three and I answered.
I would like the historical record to show that this is an exceptional privilege.
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.