laudate

Thank God, thank God, thank God a thousand times over for not giving me what i thought i wanted.
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Another blazing hot morning followed by a wet, cold monsoon afternoon, and an Aladdin's cave of a day: cookies-and-cream ice-cream, ducks, pigeons, swan, and catfish at the Botanic Gardens, Zadok Ben-David's quietly-haunting rust-coloured sculptures, Sofia Coppola, Radiohead, Jamie Callum, Audubon, Milan Kundera, Borges, Jack Gilbert, chicken rice and jasmine tea, Microsoft Word invoice templates, industrial-strength magnets, a ukelele, bitter snow tea with its sweet lingering aftertaste, the company of artists, and the quiet easiness of an old friendship where anything can be said and therefore nothing needs to be said.
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