It was morning and now it is night. The day spent working out which pictures go where and why and what for.
In the evening, a meal at the local restaurant in the country, It was a fine place.
Upon requesti, told the story of this life, a short account to interested ears.
Perhaps the work of the past months is for nowt now.
After a long search for a place to park the car, arrive at home and collapse ont the bed.
Sleep for an hour.
And now it is now.
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