Sleeping in, catching up over tea, freestyle-playground-bliss inducing yoga at the other studio, early dinner where the cool kids play, sitting in the dark, eyes closed, listening to the Giller nominees spin their stories, brunch spent lost in conversation, hours passing, a quiet night alone, and a new electric blanket to crawl into bed with because it might only be November but it's Baltic to me!
Food for the soul, all of it.
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