The day was all moments of lists tasks and appointments. After the sun went down and the moon began to rise over the tops of the trees I had no choice but to pay attention.
The Moment
The Moment
It was a day in June, all lawn and sky,
the kind that gives you no choice
but to unbutton your shirt
and sit outside in a rough wooden chair.
from the moment by Billy Collins
the kind that gives you no choice
but to unbutton your shirt
and sit outside in a rough wooden chair.
from the moment by Billy Collins
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