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Considering I haven't written in about 3 weeks, I am submitting my humble effort, completed today, while listening to Delhi and Roberto during the guitar lesson. Oh, I did have "Cry me a river" by Julie London (meow!) on my mind.

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places for palm rests

loosened shoulders

feet up

we can say all we want -

that the person we love

is our home

but where do we put our dirty dishes?

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not my best, so to make up for it here's some gorgeous fotos of Julie London.