18/365 Barry
Years after deer-spotting campers may or may not have seen two counselors taking a nighttime skinny-dip, we meet, mostly intact, you minus two fingers lost to a saw. You’d restrung the guitar, tried fingering the frets right-handed, given up. Even I felt that loss.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 7:44 AM
2 Comments:
Now I do to. Very vivid.
this was soft and sad, and lovely.
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