A Writer's Life

By Awriterslife

Somewhere...

I spent the day in a bit of a foul mood, probably because the phone didn't ring for the job, and my night at work had made me a bit crazy. Nothing, however, that a good book, good coffee, and a visit to my favorite shop couldn't cure.

And then, there was this happening in front of me.

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