the white room

becomes larger as time moves on.

it started early, with greek poetry,

the radio, which played all day.

he says i like a challenge, and

can certainly rise to the occasion.

cutting in proves concentration, happily

painting everything white.

geese flew over, ann messaged to

say her swallows returned.

the day moved slowly, and i find

the memories are not as you may think.

i have new ones.

sbm.

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