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 19 of 108
I am running low on cash now. It's okay. We will sort this out over time. Anyway, it was Easter Sunday today and I reflected a lot on t...
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