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It’s one of those
rainy days. The good ones. Like the ones when I was younger where I would stay
in my room and find my copy of Inkheart by
Cornelia Funke to read for hours and hours.
I’m not sure why, but it was always my rainy day go-to book. I think it was
because of the way the book starts in the first chapter. With the rain on the window.
I love it.
Today is a day much
like so many of those were. But I’ve decided to write it down before I pick up
my book again. Through raindrop speckled windows the street is a blurry watercolour
and the grass a mossy green.
