It's been the kind of week where I am having a hard time expressing myself in anything other than curse words. To counter this desire I am spending my time in the bedroom soaking up the sun and dreaming of living in a sunny liitle apartment above the garage. It would be a white-washed, bleached from the sun and there would be lots of books and art and shells the kids have collected and comfy spots. A packed kitchen and a desk beneath a window that looked onto the forest .
Not that I've really thought about it.
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