moroccan roll

By madl

silently slipping by

Tthe tulips are on their last legs so I will have to wait another year now again I guess.
Suddenly the temperature rose to the high 20s. It smelled like the summer.
We sat and dangled our feet over the edge of the Bos, watching the world the boats go by, the fish shimmer, the jellyfish float and the kids compete to see who could do the most impressive dive. It beats revising any day...perhaps it will destress and hence inspire them ...I can dream.

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