I can't help but feel that I'm missing something
By walternormand on January 18, 2026 10:47 am
The sun shines, the birds sing.
I've spent the weekend doing things I've loved.
I disappeared into a painting hundreds of years older than myself.
Friends made me laugh, music made me tear up.
The smell of the first roast I've ever made is floating in from the kitchen.
But I can't help but feel that I'm missing something.
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