Slackening lines, dropping loose,
Unfrozen, unsprung.
She loves this blanket, will sniff and suck it, curl up in bliss.
My redness is ever present, but no longer at critical mass. Improved, itch calmed, soothed.
But once there is some sun.
Moby and his warm friend.
2 comments:
Sun must be welcome after the days of drizzle and rain you've reported.
I went through many of your previous posts to catch up, but am replying here. Curious that gawkers would come, but I know, I've been one in the past.
Good that the meth place was shut down, hopefully whatever replaces it is not so unwelcome.
Phil,
I expect it will simply be abandoned again. The owners still hoping for better days, I suspect. The best that could happen would be demolition, or as D says, " a controlled burn."
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