Just a pinch of salt…
“Just a pinch of salt” he told me, gazing into the country fog.
Today was one of the Stormy kind of days, he fidgeted
with his silver liberty coin, while he rambled about the overcast winter
sky…
All he ever talked about was the charcoal stone colored clouds
as he stared hopelessly at his ironwork grey fence.
A gray scene...I can see it.
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