This Evening
At a concert tonight I leaned over my wife and could smell her hair. It was like the poetry of my life.
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Day 148
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I write every day whether I like it or not. In about three years I’ll stop.
At a concert tonight I leaned over my wife and could smell her hair. It was like the poetry of my life.
Word Count: 21
Day 148
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