For the first time in 15 months I’m feeling adrift… and it’s
delightful.
Flat on my back, face to the sun, the literary waves carrying me
wherever they will, I have not a thing to do.
I think I might just smile for a while.
Oh, the sea gulls will come and start pecking at me to get busy in due
time, but until then I believe I will just luxuriate in a rare self-satisfied
grin.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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