No thoughts, just another blast from the past, because I remain unable to write, or, do anything at all, for two consecutive minutes… Someday, I’m hoping that will change… For now, enjoy, please….
One never feels cheerful when walking on Meriton Way; all of the buildings seem to loom over one like brooding giants, and the facades of each are stained and dark. At night, one is fortunate if one lamp in three burns at all, and those that do throw more shadow than light. The air seems close, even out of doors, and a river fog turns the atmosphere sinister indeed. T’is no wonder at all to find the street empty of life; indeed, one wonders how anyone can come there at all….
Hmm….. doesn’t sound like my kind of place…. so, we’ll leave that particular vision right where it is, and go on to other, more pleasant tasks…. I say pleasant, even though the process of making Pearls has grown to be somewhat of a chore of late. I’m not certain why that is, but t’is true nonetheless. I suppose…
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What a great photo…..chuq