I had one of those beautiful, every-so-often, peaceful moments today. A blissful sense of quiet and focus you only get when book is in hand, coffee is near, and dark chocolate rests sensually on the corner of the table. Absorbing deeply the words and thoughts of Phaedrus, whom I've come to adore with his obsessive mind and sense of egomania only ascribed to those deeply embedded in something profound. Yes, those moments are dear to my heart, and of course, cannot last.
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