The Ordinary Days (A prologue)

God bless the ordinary days.
 God bless the quiet days.

God bless the hopeless dreams we shamelessly confess to our friends on the way back home, the recipes we share with our neighbours near our front doors.

In the quaint,

In the quiet,

In the ambiguity, 

In the ordinary,

You'll find him there too.




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