Exhaustion, poetry, good times, bad times

Last minute preparations to go away over Christmas. Parents behaving like children. Children behaving like children. is there a circus to run away with coming to town anytime soon?

Yet in the midst of it all there is poetry and beauty. Can’t see how some view such matters as luxury.

Now, packing shouts in my ear. I’d much rather procrastinate but am running out of time.

I need a piano fix.


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