There isn't much that I can name that's more wonderful than curling up with my lovely writings/readings at the end of the day. While I sure do love the feeling of having a full day accomplishing a lot of tasks, there's something to be said about shutting out the outside world and turning your attention to the one thing that stirs passion in your heart, warms contentment in your chest, and erases all worries but the next words you'll be reading.
That's why I can't wait until I have more time to escape to these dusty pages of words written over the years. They are familiar. They are a comfort.
And, above all, they are mine.
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