Chocolate limes and
sherbet lemons, as anticipatory as the travel. Chilly car, pre-dawn departure, squabbling northwards to the Scottish border.
Arrive in time to watch the midday ferry coming in.
So few years since.
Now, innocence become recklessness, I suck on hard to bring
forth something less than sweet. And the white powder thus afforded something
different altogether.
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