taking my writing out for a walk
there is no scent like that of summer
there are no evenings like those of June’s longest days
there is nothing like a glass of wine,
a bowl of potato chips,
and a game of Quiddler
with a hubby who doesn’t mind losing
most of the time
Leave a comment | tags: evenings, married life, summer | posted in June 2016
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