I've given up on daily posts for now, but I'll start giving a damn soon.
Yesterday had this strange dream of a friend.
He was living in some high security garden hill with guards, and the only way to meet him was to brave through the brush ala Cate Archer to a private Gazebo where we had a great time in conversation from dusk till dawn. When the sun rose, he left through the front door, while I had to go back through the maximum security jungle until I was out of the compound.
Weird dream, but hope he is doing well.
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