Sorting thoughts and memories whenever paraesthesiae strikes — that prickling rumpus on your skin that you just have to scratch, scrape and scuff — and cannot leave well enough alone, scrubbing at that tingling sensation that refuses to recede. Nope, not a medical condition, just the itch to write. Photo taken aboard a Staten Island Ferry with Manhattan's skyline in the background.
Wednesday, June 17, 2020
Seven years old today...
shukran * xie xie * hvala * tak * dank u * kiitos * merci * danke * efharisto
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