FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 9
Today’s the black bumblebees with the chodders in the breeze
‘Cause the dark moon’s up above increasing the paramour love
the hook for hanging the garlands is missing so I put them in this basket and so you can choose which one is whose, They’re with mums and roses almost down to their toes,
New necklaces from some long time friends came and They wanted today to be offered those.
Around the road crew to the florist and keeping the pet shelter on the left there is a team in training. They aren't sure if it's cool to wave so they give a quick glance instead. The bear was hungry so i couldn't resist feeding him a little snack. Around mc's and then the wharf road led me back for the vaikalika. But i had to go down tho the cliffs again, where the sea meets the sky, 'cause sometimes the wild doesn't call it screams out "come on down!" The dark winter time has begun and the lights are common now. Each pedal er has their own version. Great big bright ones and little bitty dim ones just enough to beat the heat. The motorcycle sloka slinger appeared like an apparition of a great magician a tweense before the sandhya.
They could have danced all night and never said a word. But it was late in the evening when they took themselves deep within the far off jungle and enjoyed their pastimes.