I’ve started to develop a nice routine. I write in the mornings while drinking my second cup of coffee. The ghost in my story turns different jewel tones depending on her moods, sometimes emerald green or a rich amethyst.

In the afternoons sometimes I go places. Today I went to the market. I found grandma’s cheese guy. He remembered me. He sold me the most amazing cheese. It’s heavenly to eat with ripe juicy tomatoes.

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