Traces of Gloria.

It’s Tuesday, 3.30 in the afternoon, it rains cats and dogs and it storms outside. I’m sitting under a warm duvet and furry blankets, just lit some candles and I’m reading a book about two French farmers “Mariculous Abundance” by the light of Dorus’ e-reader. Phone off. Cats sleeping next to me. Sounds cozy, right?…

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