A ‘Dear Diary’ post after ages… Just because… I woke up at 4 am today. Left one home at 5:30, and entered another at 7. Stepped...
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*Latin phrase meaning ‘in the middle of things’ Do the days really make you happy? Can they actually make you happy? And do you ...
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