It is Taurus season and I truly have no interest in effort or analysis at the moment. I just want to exist and truly indulge in some of my favorite things, like waking up to see the sunrise and hear the Northern Cardinal’s song, or enjoying a glass of Blanc de Blancs in a cashmere set with music likely only heard at a Japanese listening bar playing in t…
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