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Weekend, cont.

I’m sitting in a coffee shop with my tea, & that reminds me of you; writing, which reminds me of me; and writing about what reminds me of me and you and everyone and everything else I’ve ever known.

The roof doesn’t get a picture yet; it’s still secret, I guess.

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