Jul 6, 2012

Its called life . . .

l set off an hour ago to have a meeting at a youth and community centre l visited about 4 years ago.
51 minutes later l could not find it,
along with the mystery calls from Liverpool
l decided to travel onto a cafe and am sat now drinking hot chocolate after scrambled eggs and a bagel.
Its called life . . .
Its called life . . .

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