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the mean violinist has no other means to mean her mellow and for us our means to escape this mean world is meaning our words unfortunately we all don't tend to mean what we mean and so end up being mean. #yqbaba #newwritersclub #mean #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with faiz ahmad #giftsydorcas #collabgdoc #violinist #yqcollab

the mean violinist has no other means to mean her mellow and for us our means to escape this mean world is meaning our words unfortunately we all don't tend to mean what we mean and so end up being mean. #yqbaba #newwritersclub #mean #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with faiz ahmad #giftsydorcas #collabgdoc #violinist #yqcollab

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//Snowy Sleep-ins// This morning you asked me the reason for my smile. Questions are meant to be answered, at some point; I agree. Though this time around it was harder than usual so I smiled more. You see this time it was about melodies and music, is hard to explain. I had a song stuck in my head and I knew exactly why. I woke up today to your hand over my head, still fast asleep and dreaming. It had snowed last night so the winds were quiet and I could hear you breath. It was in those sleepy, unintended, drowsy, silent, close and yet heavy moments I opened my eyes ever so slightly and so did you. We glimpsed each other and your face curved into a crack of a smile. You slept again but your hair ruffled enough to remind me of that smell that lingered the day we met, a small bistro a solo violinist and a classic beat, and now I can’t get the song out of my head. Do you think I need to explain all this again, isn’t it easier to just smile again? #ThumbSizedStories #Ep38 //Snowy Sleep-Ins// This morning you asked me the reason for my smile. Questions are meant to be answered, at so

//Snowy Sleep-ins// This morning you asked me the reason for my smile. Questions are meant to be answered, at some point; I agree. Though this time around it was harder than usual so I smiled more. You see this time it was about melodies and music, is hard to explain. I had a song stuck in my head and I knew exactly why. I woke up today to your hand over my head, still fast asleep and dreaming. It had snowed last night so the winds were quiet and I could hear you breath. It was in those sleepy, unintended, drowsy, silent, close and yet heavy moments I opened my eyes ever so slightly and so did you. We glimpsed each other and your face curved into a crack of a smile. You slept again but your hair ruffled enough to remind me of that smell that lingered the day we met, a small bistro a solo violinist and a classic beat, and now I can’t get the song out of my head. Do you think I need to explain all this again, isn’t it easier to just smile again? #ThumbSizedStories #Ep38 //Snowy Sleep-Ins// This morning you asked me the reason for my smile. Questions are meant to be answered, at so