forty

For forty days and forty nights. Forty years ye shall wander.

Forty is a persistent number. Unfortunately, like most days, i’ve very little to say.

It’s quite beautiful outside, the constant falling sky washing everything in that dovewhite, though the streets are more sparrow at this point. The winter that never ends.

Write write write, until the days all disappear.

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