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.
They bloom
Today was a tough and tight day. I am in pain somewhat. Heart is heavy and there's a knot in my stomach. But I am slowly beginning to ...
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