Some days are great, some not so much. Sometimes a darker self surfaces, and enters your thoughts. A Dark Passenger some call it;) Then it’s good to have something to pour them into. And turn back to the light. “And it all fades away into a smile” as @bradfordcross put it. Usually one of my hobbies is the victim. This time this is the Wayward waltz of a Saturday afternoon…
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