In the isolation of the midnight hour, the streets where quiet and the bars shuttered... he mused, they thought my nicotine ....
In the isolation of the midnight hour, the streets where quiet and the bars shuttered... he mused, they thought my nicotine ....

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In the isolation of the midnight hour, the streets where quiet and the bars shuttered... he mused, they thought my nicotine lover's would be the death of me...
© 2020 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 
9 x 12 watercolor wash and pen sketchon watercolor paper

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