In my elderly naivete, I wonder if the chopping up white powder can be what I imagine it is??????
Worlds away from a little New England retirement village (yes, it looks rather like a Christmas card) where the woods are what shoulder up in the back, and the most exciting sight is likely to be a black bear. But since black bears are invisible at night anyway, there isn’t much to capture the eye when strolling around the house, sleepless.
I may resort to the states of the U.S. myself! Not a bad idea —
Regards to Mr. Kuche of the blameless conscience, and middle of the night hugs to you, “hypocrite lecteur, mon semblable, ma soeur!”
(I only throw in the hypocrite because Baudelaire did.)
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