The early morning light crept across the lake. He noticed a lone figure on another balcony.
They shared the same scene, birdsong, touch and smell of cool air with a faint tinge of eucalyptus.
They looked at each other before going back to a life without #imagination.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/04/story-tellers-sabbatical.html
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