Last night before I fell asleep I had the strangest thought. What if I was just a florist that sold flowers on the street? (I do not know why that thought occurred). So, I'm a traveling florist selling withered flowers, while wearing a straw hat and a lit cigarette on a metal ashtray as it was a piece of incense. I would stand under a shady area as people walked by bewildered as to why I'm even there. I don't know it was a strange thought. I think I might try to make something more of this premise.
-David M.
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