Last night, my slender dark Raia-thing
my daughter wearing this olive skin and dreamy eyes
confirmed emphatically in a few words, that she needs some Air
(she also provided a valid account where all who owe her can pay)
I promptly did a EFT (i haven't seen so much cash in one place, ever)
so she can buy some Air and live (Mac Air is very expensive these days)
And what else could i do in the spaces between us,
filled up with pine needles and dogs
Today, i’m opening a special transaction account.
She can transfer words and even letters for me there using her Air -
i urgently need some words there in order to live -
she can transfer 'Thanks Dad', 'Love you Dad' - small change to start with..
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