morning friends. i had yet another rock star* dream last night. this will make three within the last month. a bit perplexed by the nature of them, however, i'm not complaining. dreaming means i'm sleeping. these days anyway.

sourcing vessels for an upcoming event on the other coast. this boutique is da bomb.

i am weening myself off coffee {yet again}, down to one cup in the morning. and dairy. and carbs. we'll see how this goes.

listening to my soul man clarence.

on the hit list. {sans the bowl cut}

the butterfly effect.

does anybody remember laughter ?

*rock star. {will remain anonymous ;}

We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out. 
~Ray Bradbury  {1920 - 2012}

// xx

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