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Could have been the Willie Nelson, could have been the wine

Shawshank, June 10, 2021

Almost. To. The. Weekend. I can almost taste it. And it tastes like toothpaste. Again, out like a light. I do remember getting up in the night this time. And I think I had strange dreams. But they’re just at the point that I can’t remember, just a feeling.

It’s an overcast morning, but the birds are singing. I have a feeling that it might rain today. It really looks like it wants to.

Work was a little better yesterday – slightly busier. I unpacked a pile of candles so it was smelly in the showroom. Individually the candles smell good, but 4 different flavour all together? Not so much.

Ok, time to start writing, it’s a good day, to have a good day. Happy Thursday!

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