Morning of Stories

I had a funny dream this morning. Can’t remember much about it, but I woke up laughing. Wish I could wake up laughing every morning.

During my commute to work on the eastbound train, a woman was sobbing her heart out while a man sat red-eyed and mournful beside her.

As I was ascending the steps of the capitol, I passed a shirtless man descending them. He grinned at me, revealing many missing teeth, and wished me “good morning.”

The world is full of stories.

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6 Responses to Morning of Stories

  1. j_cheney says:

    And how cold is it there? (We’re at 20 in OKC, which is just not good shirtless weather).

  2. deborahb says:

    >The world is full of stories.<

    🙂 Yes!

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