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-Benedict Smith, I wish I wrote the way I thought

herdrafts  middle of the week update : I’ve finally finished writing my novel plot draft, unbelievably I’m running out of notebooks, that means *new* plain blank paper pages ready to be scribbled out. This morning I’ve also got my Japanese textbook printed so I can easily take notes and review past lessons, replied to few emails for two collabs, and to my pen-pal letter. I’m also halfway through Macbeth and Hickory Dickory Dock by Agatha Christie, I’m enjoying both of them luckily!

Sunday morning 😴🍂

Rainer Maria Rilke, "The Prodigal Son." The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Stephen Mitchell)

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