Monday Gray
Nigel and the cats were there when I came home. All else quiet. The message indicator blinking on the phone; an obsolete telemarketing call, cut-off half way. Still carrying my dream, I made some lunch. Through the windows the skies were low, pushing down cold air. Everything has a deeper chill, now. I'm having a hard time getting warm.
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