PUBLIC MARKS with tag "Daily Life"

Not a collision, more a brush. Instinctively back-pedaling, I dropped my time-card. Uttering neither Japanese nor English, I said it all. Of her sweet-scented lines I picked up and hung up at, ‘Shinpai nai’ Gotta work on that. Descending, for every month here 5/4/3/2……….I wiped my eyes, walked out catching a distorted reflection. Is it true that if new born babies don’t get hugged that they die? Wrapped in humidity, breathing in tomorrow’s new regime an old comfort.......