Call. The text is of another age.
Words on a page,
no longer existent, for pleasure.
Surprise
at these words in a box.
Well, what have you to say?
Like the old days, like the old days.
Write me. Call to me. Speak.
Utter what we could have said the other month,
the other year,
yesterday,
all those years ago.
Call. Chat.
Have a chat. Have a care.
Yes.
I
try.
A very lovely thought and you are so right, in times like these we should reach out and talk as we cannot visit in person…good job. Take good care and all the best, my greetings from recuperating Spain,
Francesc
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Thank you Francisco! All my best from France.
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My pleasure Bea
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I like this!
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Thank you 🙂
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