The nursing home closes, my young readers.
The nursing home closes, my old readers.
Now we have to navigate the seas of asphalt sadly drawn to a neon light. May you dream holiday in ports, cities, orchestras celebrating your arrival. But the silence characterizes our journey and nothing will serve a few words from lips dyed blue. But if you listen to them here with me at the bar bluelips, here is the way: http://bluelipsbar.blogspot.com/
