42/365 Belle
Never far from our guitars, Belle and I sang together more than we talked. She had a model’s bones and height, long lovely arms, and a sexual insecurity I never fully understood. None of the rest of us had it.
40 words a day about (it is hoped) 365 individuals
1 Comments:
Susan, sometimes I don't comment (and this goes for many of the x365ers) because I feel anything I could possibly say would only dilute what you wrote.
I'm in awe half the time...
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