Just some morning thoughts, for days when getting out of bed doesn't seem so important.
First Years First Day
Students roamed the library stairwell
The calves call mournfully for their stolen mothers
Caught
A policeman at the flywire door
The web reverberated with its dying movements
Winter Mornings
The icy grip of the morning air
Tiny hands stuffed inside mittens
Old Friends
The waves crashed gently onto the shore
They call every night just to say hello
Pancakes for Breakfast
The air was heavy with the scent of you
A table scarred by years of friendly abuse
Love E x
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