Maybe it was the coffee...
This urge to write once more, typing my thoughts.
I had two biscotti.
Carlo came home from the barber's.
The wind, greens, woodpecker.
My potted pink ranunculus has 5 flowers now.
Still in my bathrobe. Need to continue with my sowing.
7 lines last April and did not post it. I am now on a quest to publish every saved post here, however short it may be. The most important thing is to put this out into the universe. The idea is to let go of everything here and not be kept hidden. To be braver and not to expect anything in return, but rather share my thoughts. This is a baby step toward being more outspoken. Not keeping everything inside my heart and head.
On to the next one.

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