Colfax Avenue in Denver

I was sitting in this bucolic gated setting made of stones and flowers enjoying myself – the sounds around me.

At one point, there were two other people sitting in the gated garden.

I simply loved it.
The sounds.

The drunks yelling at each other; the horns of the cars; the footsteps of passers by, the Firetrucks, stopping on the other side of the stone wall.

Which one of these?
Which one of these would I pick?

They are all integral to the sound. This morning there was about ten minutes after I awoke early with another migraine moment of silence.

And then the sound

And the woman with the red hair her voice was pretty low, yet a woman’s voice. said-
it’s a constant symphony out here.

And I said ‘That’s it.

So yeah.

Guess who I started thinking about here, in this big old, haunted house (maybe) but certainly drafty place?

I forgot.

Things That Never Made It Into Print

By Things That Never Made It Into Print

Keep it simple ... Radical ... Writer, Artist, Dancer, Musician, Chicago Betty

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