It’s odd to awake each morning as the same J. P. Woodcock. Sleep and dreams are such exotic affairs you might think that on just one of these mornings J. P. (that would be me)
would awaken to a whole new sense of sensibilities. I might awaken as a Sultan for just one morning or maybe a high wire acrobat. I would find myself in such new circumstances I might be able to lose my old crusty personality for at least one day and see the world as a ship captain or as a guy who changes tires . . .
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2 comments:
Brilliant, amazing, studpendous.
Mrs. P. J. Woodcock (herself)
Bravo, bravo & bravesimo!!!
. . . and more to come!
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