Titled: Prose Sessions. Episode 10

The little things have all things in common

Sex and coffee

The summer breeze

Long drives to nowhere 

The little things are connected by love of those things

Autumn and sweaters

Long love letters from a time forgotten

A scent marks the pages

Ink fades but not the memories

Broken beds and fed up love

It’s all foreign until it isn’t

All night walks

Talks as if you’ve known one another forever

The turning point of little things

No more masquerading as a love bandit

Coming together at the seam of the little things


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