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Sono una donna libera. Nel mio blog farete un viaggio lungo e profondo nei pensieri della mente del cuore e dell anima.
I had pleasure of a drive along the side of a hillside running along the carse (a meandered valley) which was covered in a low lying mist this morning enroute home aftrr crossing a rather bleak farm land strewn hill. Hope you sleep and dreams were restful.
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I am so jealous! I would love to have a drive like that. Mine is concrete only. Much more calm than night before and felt incredibly rested last couple of days now. Weird. Lol All good except discovered T makes a better pot of coffee than me! 🤓
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My commute these days is about 50m under cover….although I always seem to get soaked enroute. This morning was a trip to the vets with my sons feline this morning.
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My Loki goes Wed to have his man parts removed lol and first shots. Hoping he will be less rangy once I do.
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Fingers crossed 🤞
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Junior doesn’t drink coffee or tea, so no chance of him ever making me one.
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Oh that is too bad. I am lucky T loves his coffee.
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