Last Call Before Bedtime



A glass of scotch, cool summer breeze, stars in the sky. Relaxed at last.

2 comments:

come running said...

I don't know which one is sweeter his trumpet or her voice.

Jack Steiner said...

Good question. They both make me happy.

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