Location: I am getting ready to curl up with my quilts and a few pillows.
Eating: I had Mexican cuisine earlier (carnitas, smothered in all kinds of rib sticky yumminess).
Drinking: Artesian water.
Listening to: the wind chimes tingling on the patio and the wind driven rain.
Smell like: faded y'lang y'lang & jasmine with hints of moody smokiness.
Want & need: t.l.c.
Last place i've been: the long train ride home.
Leaving for: the kitchen (to make a cup of hot orange herbal tea). Then drift to sleep for a spell. Maybe. : )
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“The way someone treats you is not a reflection of your worth: It’s a reflection of their emotional capacity,”
— Jillian Turecki.
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