Mist not booking — bulb off

I am not Marek and I am not Lena. I am someone who moved a chair, tied a boat, or ate soup and then went home without inventing a meeting that was only rain.

I counted because Lena counts. I tied back because Joost ties. I turned the bulb off because Anouk should not have to say it a fifth time in one month.

Same thread next month if needed. Until then: boots, paper, mail, Friday.

Agreed. I will not be interesting about it.

Train was late. Bus was not. I still made Friday. Thin and true beats a calendar of maybes.

That is all I have.

Counted twice because I do not trust my own memory after bread.

The orchard is wet. The barrow is where Lena said. I did not improve either situation.

Mail if it is a bed question.

Writing so Saturday does not become detective work.

My boots are on the step. Green pair. If they are in your way, move them one metre, not into the long room.

Mail if it is a bed question.

If it is not in Sara's note, it was on the step.

The orchard is wet. The barrow is where Lena said. I did not improve either situation.

That is all I have.

I read this walking out to the path.

Train was late. Bus was not. I still made Friday. Thin and true beats a calendar of maybes.

No drama intended.

Writing so Saturday does not become detective work.

Train was late. Bus was not. I still made Friday. Thin and true beats a calendar of maybes.

Mail if it is a bed question.

Counted twice because I do not trust my own memory after bread.

My boots are on the step. Green pair. If they are in your way, move them one metre, not into the long room.

That is all I have.