Metaphor for my…moment? Life?

Long story….

Book Club night. Gad, I hate when age creeps upon us/me/anyone. Or just circumstance.

Mysteriously….

Sorry. Okay. I’m yanked to the present. Hip hip…. Uhhhh.

This entry was posted in personal on Monday, 22 July 2013 at 10:57 pm.
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