Rainy Day

Overcast, gloomy. Good day to drink coffee and write a book.

It was raining earlier, and I was looking for a good metaphor. “Like childhood dreams crashing to the ground and coming to rest in a useless pool” was the best I could come up with, and I’m pretty sure we can all agree that this is terrible.

Still, it’s better to leave these things here rather than include them in a book. Time for more coffee, methinks…

On this day…

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