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| don't mind if i do: early morning coffee + literature |
Yes, I said Augtober. I'm exhausted both physically and emotionally.
The heaviness of the world lands on deep souls in a way that leaves a residue that literature helps to alleviate.
I can admit that I chose books over people and while some call it a pathology, I don't care and I can't hear them between the pages of my novels anyway.
Lately, I've been writing about what I read in my book journal. I love it. It's a simple set up. Nothing fancy, and nothing truly noteworthy. Just a simple black notebook with a photo of the Mona Lisa on the cover. I downloaded and printed that cover after reading ...
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| loved this |
I still think about this biography from time to do. Anyway, I'm still very slowly making my way through The Letters of Gustave Flaubert. I love this collection, but I am so slowly going through, though I pick it up several times per week. It's something so easy to dip in and out of when I struggle with which of my 10 current reads to pick up.
I actually found autumn creamers in the grocery store yesterday. I was so shocked to see them, but I did buy one- nondairy (of course) maple brown sugar.
The more cozy the better for me. My soul is desperate for silence and solitude and the older I become, the more I settle into this very natural way of being for me.
Off to cull my reading list before the true Autumn spirit descends and I start rereading everything I love.
Happy reading ☕️
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