Jumped into Monday and promptly fell onmy face; memories of events - my friend
describing a first kiss, I never tell about
mine, a joyous treasure to cherish in
silence -
Cannot fill the emptiness of this morning
at my desk, a murmur of voices, a text
on conflict, my heart longs to return to
the Discworld of Carpe Jugulum,
witches explaining
Attitude creates environment, heart held
under the spell of a Pratchett satire re-
garding charming vampyres starting
the Second World War; magic
holding me in thrall…
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