The morning comes quickly and no sun greets you. And yet, everything seems a bit brighter, somehow. You turn and look into an unsmiling face, and the arms that reach out squeeze a little too tight.
And yet, not tight enough.
Salut, Montreal. You have been good to me.
1 comment:
It's not Salut, it's 'a tant tot'! You'll be back Dood and with that said, there is never a goodbye.
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