I love the way the evening sun comes through my window. The last rays fall over everything and I just have to stop, sip a cup of java and watch it go down. I like the golden look to my apartment in the evening time.
When I talk to my friend on the phone and she stops to say something to her teenage daughter I hear nothing but love in her voice. I like the way she says her daughter’s name and the way she speaks to her gently, void of sarcasm and anger. It’s nice to hear.









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