Sun Dazed
There's a tiny ship out there, although it'd be really large tied up by a wharf. It's heading west, out of the sun. That sun blazed out of the sky, golden and warming, after days of chilly cold; dazed.
I've been down looking at my house today. All the wallboards are ripped out; it's just a shell. It's all under tension; truck straps and stainless steel ropes, all under tension, trying to get it all back into plumb. Some doors that wouldn't shut might now. The front door had been altered so it could be secure; it'll jamb now. Quelle exécution. Hope it works. I almost (not quite) don't care any more. Thank goodness I've got a life outside of my house!
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