Her place is red.
I wandered a lot before getting back there.
Few ornaments, just a bare tree.
It looks like a new challenge.
(the place, not the tree)
We are both communicators.
Different ways. Kind of known feelings.
Reading like interpreting a treasure map.
Writing like throwing bottles into the sea.
Often thinking about her.
And, by the way, "work out" are two words.
(smile)
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