On the park bench is an absorbed reader
He is bespectacled and lean, with a long floppy fringe
The book is open on his lap, his eyes glide from side to side as he reads
His back is lightly straight, lips vicariously curled into a soft smile
On the park bench is an absorbed reader
He is bespectacled and lean, with a long floppy fringe
The book is open on his lap, his eyes glide from side to side as he reads
His back is lightly straight, lips vicariously curled into a soft smile
and the book opens up your imaginary and doors and windows and it makes a living on every facing page. and each one is always a fresh start.
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Thanks, Fer.
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Beautiful.
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🙂 thanks, Nico.
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Beautiful description!
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Thank you, Soriah.
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You’re welcome, dear!
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Thank you!<3
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