A chronicle of books, ideas, and other things that strike my fancy. A make-up-free face on those chilly winter mornings,. Where my entire day depends on which side of the bed I woke up on. My lashes are crusted with 3-day-old mascara,. That has been long over due on this sunken face of mine. On those days, where I do not seem to will myself out of my treacherous bed, you will find me reaching out for my cup of black coffee,. Just so I can fill my pair of sole-broken shoes,.

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