Sunday Mornings


More words to come, I’m sure.
I have none right now to describe the glimmering orange and algae greens that surrounded the brown docks this morning as the sun shone through the Medusa-tressed tree above us.

None to tell you about the ceiling of graffiti and the cool stone that surrounded you and I as we sat and explored the stretches of contentment and ease that lay within our minds.

 A friendship; a shared memory.
An understanding of inner workings

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