The sound of cooking

Settled into the darkening corner of an evening-lit frontroom, laptop perched on slightly elevated legs, I sift through my thoughts wondering if there is anything worthy of print. While the telly casts out its sounds I’m reminded, but only vaguely, of many things. None of them hold sway and so I’m left to ponder over a blinking cursor. That’s it; I’m done.

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