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- woke up with a throat on fire… this malaise is not done with me yet
- the symphony of my afternoon :: dishwasher and the tumble drier hum, accompanied by a crackling fire and a wracking cough
- we bought him fancy toys, but he prefers a piece of brown paper. i think he likes the sound of it
- the temperature differential between inside and out covers the windows in condensation
- cat … sofa … sleep. a restorative afternoon
- two tiny pots hanging on the wall. one black, one white. one succulent thriving, one barely alive
- there are 12 windows, one single door and one ranch slider in our living room. i have never bothered to count them before today
- moving to europe is not out of the question. not in the next few years though
- i miss my london/uk friends, and some of my london life, not enough to move back, but enough to stop me in my tracks with longing every now and then
- tango aqua and tango blueberry sound like colours that will suit our vintage industrial modern eclectic style
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