Un jour, ma cabane

Sipping tea while the afternoon dies away, tying midge emergers — because you never know — and trying to forget that sooner or later I’ll have to get down. The radio would play jazz covers of pop songs.

Not least:

Some may object that it’s not jazz, but I guess that would be the malignant cells brooding a pancreatic tumor speaking for them.

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