A weekend's over. It's dawn. Twilight fades graciously. It's a Monday morning. You switch on some music. You let the guitar strumming fill the rectangular space of cottony grey freshness that's your room. You let the song coat over you as you get off the bed. It's a Monday morning. And with the legacy of music, you begin work.
Day 4 of 108
I put up my Christmas tree today with the help of my friend. It was such a precious, beautiful day. I got out some stuff from last year and...
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