Evening all.
Have not fallen in love since we last spoke.
Except for my always crushes on dry leaves hustling across streets.
And except for the way that young guy did a jiggish step kick to the right, then to left as he stood waiting for the light to change on Beacon Street. He was cold.
That's all for now.
xoBG
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