Wednesday, 3 February 2016

A little night coffee revisited

As Dorothy learned from her trip to Oz, if you can't find happiness in your own backyard, then you never really lost it.

After all my searching, it turns out that the Starbucks around the corner from me on Bloor Street stays open until 11 o' clock pm. So, here I sit, drinking my second flat white and tapping away.


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