Pizza and raspberry truffle chocolate, whiskey and a candle. It's that kind of day.
It's also whirling snow and raindrops on the windows, a novel about birds and lies, the smell of fresh laundry, white-grey daylight. Fear and shame. The hateful drilling of renovation works downstairs and the neighbour's Brazilian child screaming. The blessed quiet when the afternoon wears on and a little bit of hope.
It's the five hundred songs of my life, zumba class and ending the day on a pill and a prayer.
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