Cold today. The dog is curled into a ball, a black hole, on the sofa all day. The wind is cutting down from the slopes. The sun passes behind luxurious big clouds. The birds keep bay at the feeder. I know that the restaurant will be busy, it always is on cold days. It brings people out for a warm meal, food that fills the belly till rupture. I’ll have the smell tonight, the stink, the wash the hair and body smell, the “do not go to bed before washing” smell.
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Cold today. The dog is curled into a ball, a black hole, on the sofa all day. The wind is cutting down from the slopes. The sun passes behind luxurious big clouds. The birds keep bay at the feeder. I know that the restaurant will be busy, it always is on cold days. It brings people out for a warm meal, food that fills the belly till rupture. I’ll have the smell tonight, the stink, the wash the hair and body smell, the “do not go to bed before washing” smell.