I had some soft boiled eggs and noodles this afternoon, and sat around in the breeze for half an hour. It was really, really good. The breeze eventually disappeared. Replaced by a whiff of car exhaust, and police sirens in the distance. That was neat, too. But the breeze was hard to top.
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“Happiness is real when shared”, he wrote. I can’t wait to deliver on the ambitions I’ve been chasing. When that celebration happens, I’ll call up all you who wondered why I wasn’t at the party.
