Ursonate

By Ursonate17

Rippling...

Just a song at twilight, when the lights are low
And the rippling shadows softly come and go...

After a cold night and even colder morning, the heating is fixed... Hoorah!
Today, the first day of tackling the dreaded tax return passed in a haze of displacement pleasures.
No progress made...

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