Sundays seem quiet

16 Jan

I like Sunday. I kind of forget what it was like to have my own.
I spent so many Sundays with Refuses, that they seem quieter now.
I loved those mornings, missed the way the sun fell on the sheets, missed the way we would pick up morning coffee after our morning runs.

Just a little missing in the middle of an entire Sunday that is mine.

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