It’s raining. The city, even our garden, feels like a different world, and the pessimist in me thinks that it will never stop.
It’s raining. The city, even our garden, feels like a different world, and the pessimist in me thinks that it will never stop.
When you have those thoughts, maybe you can turn them into feelings of solidarity with your sister in Vancouver!
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Hey, at least it’s got a very good writer writing every day 🙂
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