A hat hooked over the corner post of a chair.
Clouds sordidly imposing their way upon an otherwise bright contryside.
A herbal fragrance leaking from secret conversations shouted out loud.
Steam and ice, twice, thrice and meaning well.
We’ll never let go.
We know there is a way.
Chocolated flavored stories and lists of chapters.
Dedicated to the one I love.
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