It has just started to rain. Yes, my first November rain of the year. Axl Rose would've loved it. Maybe he still does. But now I'm listening to Martina McBride.
This rain makes me want to run away to Paris. I have this crazy idea of French Breakfast with someone who I could talk to and laugh out my guts. It is not even about having breakfast with the character of my novels you know. Or maybe it is :/
2 comments:
think about Polish breakfast and so Familiar for post Soviet Children - to have kofe po warszawsky, with me, at the end of december
I'd love to think about that.
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