The Slow-Cooked Sentence


Rachael Conlin Levy
Ma, Ivan and New Year’s Eve bubbles.

January one.

Drank champagne in the afternoon.
Finished a Gothic tale by Carlos Ruiz Zafon.
Ate black-eyed peas and brownies.

Ignored all my new year resolutions.

Oh, well. That’s what January seconds are for.

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  1. Dylan says:

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