The loafer
I’m working on my fiction writing again and my mind is back in Victorian London. Perhaps it has something to do with the weather. The evenings are dark. The cherry tree outside the window upstairs is a flaming orange. I’m doing the same research as I did this time last year, rushing back to a project I would like to finish before the new year begins.
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