It is raining, and I am alone.
And there is sorrow in these parts, and knowing that life is terrible and beautiful, all at the same time.
I am alive with all of that.
I am alive with the sorrow and all the quiet of all the world.
I shall drink some coffee.
I shall drink it well, and hold my cup with love.
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Just simply wonderful Brooke, that’s more and more what I do.
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Life and all of her beautiful colours, hey, Peter. ✨✨✨