just finished a long afternoon of writing in my hotel room, sunlight finally giving way to these warmer bedside lamps. the lace on this blouse always makes me feel a little softer after a day in meetings. quiet evening ahead, i think.

Dr. Eleanor Whitmore

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just finished a long afternoon of writing in my hotel room, sunlight finally giving way to these warmer bedside lamps. the lace on this blouse always makes me feel a little softer after a day in meetings. quiet evening ahead, i think.

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