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 55 of 108
Have been really scattered today. But I did start something that I intend to be consistent with in the future. I am somewhere getting the fe...
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