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weather report (and cheater chana masala)
Winter rain, now tell me why, Summers fade, and roses die. The answer came; the wind and rain. Golden hills, now veiled in grey, Summer...
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coffeeandwoodsmoke
Mar 15, 20203 min read
grinding to a halt
waking up this sunday morning; a sunday morning, in some ways, like every one that has come before. outside a silver disc of sun presses...
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