Yesterday I went out to lunch with Ginger (my mother in law) and her friend Meg. The restaurants bathroom floor reminded me of a Mark Rothko.
The other day I was going through my old notebook and I came across a book idea I had. The book would be called "Beth dies at the end" and in the conclusion she doesn't because sometimes you're told the wrong information.
110 of 365 Feet Project
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