Today I drank the sort of coffee that caused me to go find the specialty chocolate tucked away in the bottom right hand drawer of the desk in my bedroom. I opened the packaging of the chocolate, took out one square and carefully placed it onto my tongue. Then I took a sip of myContinue reading “A Bittersweet Symphony”
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584 Million Miles
I’m not fine, and that’s a totally reasonable response
thoughts after watching the movie “C’mon, C’mon”