Sliding doors, poetry and senses

07.30am. The sun is piercing through the curtain and slowly warming up your feet. Outside, tradies are knocking down the neighbour’s wall. You hit the snooze button for the 5th time. You get out of bed like a zombie. Your homemade smoothie doesn’t taste anything like the one you had at that cool cafe in Surry Hills the…
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May 26, 2014 0