Last night I went to Dana's. With Travis we made three. I read my poetry as both had missed my reading.
It was like an old fashioned salon.
I could do this... Invite me over for dinner (I'll sing for my supper?) and I'll read my poetry... or show my pictures of one of my trips (Need to organize Karlskrona and ask Bea to be my victim...).
So... I'm happier when I've seen light at the end of my struggles.
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