Mostly fictional ramblings and assorted thoughts that fell from my head to languish in a journal or on a scrap of paper until I finally swept them up and dumped them here for safekeeping.
Thursday, November 05, 2015
Non-Fiction — Finola
Picked up a lady today named Finola. A teacher in Leaside. We had a fabulous conversation...and then, but for the memory, she was gone.
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