Fogged glasses,
Hot tea,
Music playing,
Finally at peace.
Pencil in hand,
Blanket on my lap,
Finally ready
For an 8 hour nap.
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Author:
OllyBean (
Offline) - Published: March 6th, 2017 21:50
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Sound just like me. Good write.
Thanks!
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