Fog

It makes me happy when you write. It doesn't matter if you talk about colors that I cannot identify.

I'm finally starting my own business.

I took three tango classes last week and that feels pretty darn good.  I also managed to attend a milonga. I went to a public place and danced as well. I've been told people were watching. It didn't bother me. It was raining a little. I think I am finally getting it.

The flowers look beautiful on my table. On one side of the table, I have the merchandise; on the other side, my paintings and my tango books.

Let's protect what is still pure within us.

The older I get, more feline I get. I need a nap as soon as possible.

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