It's raining ever so gently. Although buried in work, writing, I am inclined to wish for a cup of tea. Maybe a bit of cream, and scone. A Charles Dickens kind of day, confined to the life of David Copperfield, or perhaps visiting the Old Curiosity Shoppe. For a brief moment, I am in England.
Someday. Soon.
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