The Naked Lounge …
… feels like a “home.”
I look at everybody.
In the window, I see a man making jewelry.
One woman has a book.
I wonder what they think?
I would like to talk to them.
But … after I had a stroke
I can’t “talk” easily.
… feels like a “home.”
I look at everybody.
In the window, I see a man making jewelry.
One woman has a book.
I wonder what they think?
I would like to talk to them.
But … after I had a stroke
I can’t “talk” easily.