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Almost without a voice... I don't think that's happened to me for years... It's an interesting feeling when all you have left is a whisper.
In a coffee shop, a barista I knew heard me whispering and said, "My goodness, how did you get such a cold?" I shrugged and smiled βΊοΈ
I was advised milk with honey but no, no, no π₯² Decided to replace it with a hot cappuccino with lavender syrup π
It turns out that the most poignant passages are written on the verge of hysteria... What can I say? Wow.
Ruffled hair under my cap, a red nose from the cold and sarcasm are my companions this morning πΌ
I love these relaxed days after...β¨
A quiet morning, taking my time to sort through the messages, getting in the mood for today's writing... As cozy and soft a shirt as possible...π»
Perfect...βοΈ
Mood for today π€
Just me... Coffee girlπ€ Pieces of my life... Love summer, coffee, meditation, old movies , "Gone with the wind". I'm fic writerβΊοΈ
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