Some thoughts on the day before my birthday…

The house is quiet but for the ticking of the simple, blue-rimmed clock on the wall. Blue because that's my favourite colour. I love everything about this place, from the beautiful wood bookshelf that once haphazardly adorned the front curb of a rundown shop in the roughest area of town—the shop owner assured us it … Continue reading Some thoughts on the day before my birthday…

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