I’ve been done with breakfast for about two hours, but I’m still sitting here. The air in my room is heavy with the scent of tuberose and ylang ylang. The blazing warm light of the candle, shining where I feel I can’t. I’m trying to convince myself of all sorts of things this morning: – that I can get some coloring book work done -that I can get some writing done -that I can enter that intimate space of Study

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