Strangeness and Charm

And although we stick together it seems that we are stranging one another.

The fourth,

Palm tree. Late shade of purple outlining silhouettes of what could bes. A blue moon as a substitute to the hidden. Mixtures of faint rumbles of what joy could be. No sights as usual.
The usual cool night of July. A singular night start and end of a night.
Place a reservation for one please?
Dinner is served.
My love.