it’s late. i’m in bed, under the covers. my love is snuggled next to me, in a deep sleep. our string of lights over the bed and windows is lit. norah jones is quietly playing,…
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hello! ok. maybe my weekend nights are not crazy in your eyes, but they are my nights just the same. and i like them. i’m not ashamed. judge me if you want… well, perhaps…
