SUNDAY, DAY OF REST
Floating in Jetlag with my inner rhythm upside down I slept and wrote and ate, slept and wrote and at, slept and wrote and ate through the day and into the night and didn’t step out of the Master Paying Guest House.
SUNDAY, DAY OF REST
Floating in Jetlag with my inner rhythm upside down I slept and wrote and ate, slept and wrote and at, slept and wrote and ate through the day and into the night and didn’t step out of the Master Paying Guest House.