feeling: restless
My sarong hung out to dry against the setting sun. Can you see it?
Heading down to Little India with early tomorrow to hunt for fabric to drape over tables and couches for Friday. And I may pick up a Bhangra cd if it's cheap, to add to the atmosphere.
It's getting exciting, but reality almost never supersedes the imagination.
Good night.
P.s. I do think I get to see the nicest sunsets from my windows.
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