Wednesday, February 21, 2018

The Bench

If there were a bench, in the middle of nowhere...I would sit upon it there, and think of you...sitting on it too, and we would be completely ok, populaced by none...but we.

Smile...
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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