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.
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There was a major delivery today which happened. That's a great feeling when you pull through despite all odds. Then got a call from P...
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