A Writer's Life

By Awriterslife

Strange Day

There is nothing I hate more than discovering, after a day playing hooky, that in fact, I was sick. Sort of ruins the purpose of the game, doesn't? Well, after a day home, turns out, I'm sick. So no satisfaction in avoiding work!

This is the only picture I took today, on my way to the doctor, in front of the Polish embassy. The guy was playing chess, while tiny little snow flakes fell, too small to actually counts, the kind that you are never sure if they are really flakes, and not small drops.

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