The dropped stitch

By Bodkin

Another day

A walk round the village, snatched just in time, as the sun was setting.

The day slipped by rather fast with a few household tasks and garden pottering. Then a walk before an evening by the fire.

Alternate between thinking, 'I could get used to this' and 'How will I ever get used to this?'.

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