crappy until almost sunset

Managed not to sleep the entire day away but that hardly constitutes an accomplishment.

two blonde caucasian children pose on a balcony in Scarborough in 1964
europeans don’t understand why we don’t bury our hydro poles – a winter dawn
Paul in profile during a foggy day at the Quay
a furball named Miss Margot
although it looks shiny here it’s now been on my front porch so long it no longer has any colour

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Born 1958. I write, I sing, I watch TV, I try to fulfill my responsibilities.

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