Days like this-- where the sky is overcast and churning with different hues of grey, and the rain comes lightly but persistently-- these are good times for me. They strike old familiar chords-- anticipation of good things to come, a moment or several of rest before excitement begins. They are sedate, patient, waiting quietly for things to align
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I just want to curl up under a blanket and read.
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