“Come stroll with me in my mind. Come stroll with me here, dear.” He said, smiling and offering his hand.

“You’re funny. You are too far away. How will I ever get there? Will you be paying for my fare?” She giggled.

“Of course not. I’ll come home and we’ll swim together going back here.” He joked.

She laughed then, her uncontrollable laugh she has been hiding.

Today’s post and a stroll around for other blog posts…

a stroll through the dark

a not so lazy sunday afternoon because it is sunday, right?


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