A long time ago I told myself I had to trot down to Holland Village, plant my ass there and read a book. With a couple of beers of course. I did eventually switched over to Starbucks and it wasn't half as bad.
As I called it a day, I was glad that in my godforsaken land there are little things still worthy of a smile, splashed right across the dimming evening sky.

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