If I am still contentedly cooking her breakfast forty years from now, I’ll consider that a great personal success in a life well lived.
Music connects memories like a string of fairy lights that comes on when a song flips the switch of spontaneous recollection.
I was single, but really didn’t want to be, and as we were leaving a while later, a thought bubbled up from my subconscious. Wouldn’t it be something if I wound up with her?
Rainy season has come early this year, and so has my annual effort to catch up on my undeveloped film. I’m not sure how many rolls there are, but I’d guess about fifty rolls.
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