The days slip past..without permission. Thursday is escaping round the corner, quick! catch it!
Too late, and the day has gone, just like all the rest.
The sun beats down without mercy, yet gusts of cooling, impertinent wind our salvation.
As another former colleague passes to eternity I find myself reviewing my own calendar years, the good and bad and and how did I arrive here? A crumbling castle in the middle of Spanish nowhere.
What`s your story?
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