All you need is love.
… and olives.
… and whisky.
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As a kid, I used to hate calling my uncle when I was at my Grandma’s house. She had a rotary phone and he had three zeros in his number.
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This is my room for yoga for the week…
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oh no! the zeros are the best part. bbbbbbllllll. (that is the sound of the rotary phone making its way back ’round) p.s. your photos on the post about bookstores are so warm and welcoming. thanks for reading!