His recall, a Saturday he let go… a Sunday he found himself, alone.
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EDC Writing – Believing Sight Unseen
'odd lines, short poems, bits of prose'
EDC Writing – Believing Sight Unseen
'odd lines, short poems, bits of prose'
His recall, a Saturday he let go… a Sunday he found himself, alone.
Very nice, Eric. I like its slow pace.
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Hello, Bojana – thank you… I’ve been thinking about you, any improvement yet in the pace of your recovery, as ever, I wish you well.
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Hey Eric. No, I’m afraid not. I haven’t been in the mood for writing lately – still struggling. Thanks for asking. So nice of you.
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I send my best to you my friend.
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Thank you,dear.
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As is often the case… I love how it rhymes and how you need’t say more.
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Thank you, Basilike… as you know for me this the way I feel most right to write.
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The more you do it, the better it gets 😉
I hope you are well.
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I’m well thank you, Basilike – and you?
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I am well too 😉
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A melancholy feel to this one, Eric. Lovely
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Thank you, Diana.
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I hope not by text. 😉
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Best wait a day before sending saying all…
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Or two. 🙂
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