A forgettable day, except for knocking my coffee flying. Unrelated. Probably need to purge my cache.Unrelated. My kitchen smells like a kitchen back in the day; pork chops, potatoes, carrots. Related. A pear for desert, the exception. Unrelated. No soup today. Listening to Holger Peterson CBC Blues show. Related. The blues I write are too sad to sing.
BLUES IN THE WATERFRONT
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