Wednesday, June 23, 2021

Dark

Graciously. Yes. Graciously. Yes. Solace. My black pants are making me hot and I think they need to be removed by sweaty palms. I am watching puddles of water dry on the concrete. Manhattan and ruby red steaks. Candles offer light. Blessings. Performance theatre. B minor in Flamenco. Yes. Yes. @HelioMonsterMan

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