Had steamed veggies last night -- broccoli, yellow potatoes, carrots, purple cabbage -- with melted butter and grated cheddar cheese.
Afterward, I was playing my word game to unwind.
"Hey, listen to this poem I just wrote," said Jeff, coming out of his room. I logged out. He shut off all the lights, lit two candles, and recited. Laying on the couch in darkness I realized --
-- some days I really need that: art and fire to appear, imperative, in the dark.
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sounds nice, relaxing, and like you could give a really good opinion of the poem (the lights off would shut down at least one of your senses, if not more)
-T
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