saddled with the NYT amidst the wafting smell of french toast with fresh berries. the BF is fondling his beloved sand wedge glued to british open coverage. it's a rare work free summer saturday.
what to do?
catch up on some reading for sure. here's one i've just added to the queue and right up my alley.
miranda july // noone belongs here more than me
this is what was on my mind this time last year.
hope you're enjoying your day in the sun.
// xx
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