DAY 38

P, The numbering of the pages.
Order. Sequence. Heartbeats. Remixes. Masters. Pedantics. Surruptitously signing the moon. Sounding out vowels, selling soliloquies. Billie said it, love for what? sale. Ahhhmm. Future proverbs discount these notions. I listened to the lightening. He was sweet in the end.Opened up too soon and forgot his sutures in the sillhouettes. I forgive, such is a common mistake. We'll weave a stronger song when the finches come home.