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It is ten o'clock. Yeh, there is on more track. Three tracks to a side. One page before ig id ego i go. This morning plight. Maddy off on your bike, to Surry and to the day that lies ahead. Will be back soon enough she says, got to burn that cd. No time for it now.
What I never say is stay this time. I sing it out, let it ring, hang in the air, perhaps it will stay there until the opportune moment. Maybe Maddy will hear it.
Goosepinched flesh, duck down and a pillow to match.
Washing piles up in the basket, must go out this afternoon. Jeans and t-shirts, warm weather coming back already. Spring is a few days away. A little more rain here and there in drabs and bits, keep the ground moist ready for the green recompense.
Track wears thin and we are back to where we begin.