sometimes, as this morning

sometimes, as this morning I am sat in my chair my coffee, my book by my window to the world when suddenly, inexplicably a wave washes over me or it seems to swell from within it forces me to stop…
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sometimes, as this morning I am sat in my chair my coffee, my book by my window to the world when suddenly, inexplicably a wave washes over me or it seems to swell from within it forces me to stop…
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My ode to the day of hearts & flowers, oh and chocolate …. a great proponent of Love, I don’t believe in designating just one day to celebrate. Instead I believe it should be celebrated everyday, every hour, every minute!…
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