"In the morning it was morning and I was still alive."
Charles Bukowski
So I've always anticipated "What's death?" to be the most challenging question a child could ask me. They would ask this, and I would have to answer- oh god. So yeah I thought this for a long time, until Charlotte asked me the other day- "What's alive?"
Shower. Then to my beloved sweet shop, the library, this morning. Then I must hang my washing, damnit.
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and then drinks with me because that's the way it's gotta be :)
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