I shed tears there with strangers sitting at the same table, never speaking a word, my head buried in my pages to try and hide the tears.
I was vulnerable there with emotions that I had kept hidden for too long. I couldn't help it. I was comforted by the words I needed to write. Facing things I hadn't yet faced about my life and the changes that had come.
I wrote in detail about a scarf and bike helmet hanging on the coat rack...
I listened to Jazz music...
I watched the rain fall through the windows...
I loved every minute spent here, simply not enough...
I only took a few photos but I love how they portray...
Hot Numbers...



This is my farewell post to England...
Next stop ~ Paris, France!
I love the art! Sounds like a relaxing place forsure!
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