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Out the window, the sun was brooding…
Out the window, the sun was brooding itself into oblivion with no one to watch. We paid the bill and finished the wine and crossed the street to pay our respects.

Out the window, the sun was brooding itself into oblivion with no one to watch. We paid the bill and finished the wine and crossed the street to pay our respects.

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September 15, 2022

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