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The dangling leaves in the overgrown archway.

Some quiet, calm reserves work.

Massaman curry.


Singing Sean-a Paul loudly and dancing around at home.

Making dinner for my parents and singing Massa Massaman (you know, like that macho man song) (I made Massaman curry).

Just being at home. Having some time to be in a nice house alone.