Dark summer
on this seaside modish city. Fantastic affection. A new season advances.
A modicum of discretion.
In awe

'You offered to feed me'

How adorable.


Devils wind
Little hours vespers.

Flee.

Musing. Still a misguided mishap.
As comrades Curmudgeons.

'I will do much more or less than anyone, trust.'

Wiles- I enjoy.

- He picked up his pen
and commenced writing on his jotter.

Pranks in balmy spring dusk.