the memory of
sitting in a room with nice hardwood floors
in an old house in seminole heights
listening to ella fitzgerald on record
a table with bottles of wine, some empty - others not
sat on the porch
a cobblestone street out front
standard conversations
art
musique
literature
just another life
I went for tacos
Originally penned in 2010, in Florida. Written about four years after that day actually happened. It was just a memory of a good day hanging out with a friend in Tampa. From journal book number Three.
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