That was a perfect place.
It was silent.
Except for the city's hum.
A few free minutes.
Empty of lists and dos.
Stretching into a warm night filled with plans.
It was lit by sun at the end of the wet April day.
It was warm.
It was light.
And for now it was respite from the fray.
Wednesday, 25 April 2012
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