Where the Light Gets In

By DHThomas


A jug and glass, biscuits, writing paraphernalia - and flowers, before they were put in a vase.

Spent the afternoon with Julie - read to her from an Alice Munro collection of short stories while brushing her hair. Sweet times.

And now for a week of not seeing her - except maybe through skype. Thanks sk for reminding me...

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