After a rainy Saturday afternoon filled with writings, pancakes, Irish coffee, Nina Simone and conversations that made me fall in love, Sunday brought out the sun. All-day breakfast bars bring their tables outside. Sunday brunch never comes in moderation. Overflowing plates, coffee cups and hearts. Rosey cheeks didn't even try to hide the feeling of perfect Sunday bliss. The caffeine got me shaking, twirling around in my sunflower skirt. Strolling the Kensington streets, buying plants, walking hand in hand, making plans of wedding dresses and glitter suit pants.
I love the way you write.... Please never stop, only take a break so you can cross the country to give me many hugs.
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