loitering in ath (B)

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a dark, drab and dreary sunday spent indoors? appealing! daring yourself into trailing off somewhere, on a whim? yes, please. 

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i decided the latter before the rains came. and they came. 

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i rushed to a walloon cafe where i whiled for an hour, calling for a de beauvoir moment (in the form of prolific contemporary equivalent jc oates}, all through a fiery red apéritif and a hot, hot homemade soup. 

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here i sat, looking, listening, writing*, waiting, for my train to hurry me back home. ha! home. 

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now for that sunday spent indoors! and would you believe the sun is shining again... ☻ 

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there's more, as usual. 

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* if you want to find out what i've been writing, or if you feel you have an itching editing ambition, or if you happen to know someone who has (and who would like to lend a critical eye), please let me know. i am in need of splendid grammatical (and probably composite) dissection. 

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if you do, drop me a line. i'll elaborate. 

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♥