Monday mornings i meet with my poetry teacher in his study, he is young and funny and has the kind of study that i would one day love to have, with floor to ceiling shelves of books, a stone fireplace, a marble bust wearing a silk top hat, oriental rugs on the floors, furniture covered with throws, and a window that overlooks a cute little street. Part of the fun is walking there, as i have to pass by a thousand little vintage shops and cafe's and boutiques.
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