Morning World

The good people of the neighborhood were going to work to the backing track of birds chirping their hello’s to each other and the hum of vehicular traffic. A motorbike rumbled past. The lady next door pulled up on the road below the balcony. Another twenty four, wouldn’t mind putting on Etta James’s ‘At last’Continue reading “Morning World”

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