Sitting On A Park Bench

I noticed that you were in a hurry. / Thin, grey jacket halfway on, / Chestnut hair tousled, / Eyes on the watch on your wrist.

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The Golden Hour

I am a night owl, hands down; mornings just don’t do it for me. Hearing the words, “I need you to be ready by…” make me flinch. Hell, just hearing 6:00am sounds like a death sentence.

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