Books take the place of joyless messages, doorways to entire worlds close by or millions of mind-miles away. And music is music again, not just something to drown out the noise, replacing the buzz of mundane conversation and giving the heart reason to dance.
Why I Love The Weekend
Oreoluwa Fakorede
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You use words like an alchemist. This is beautiful. Not as lucky as you, though. No weekend for me. Deadlines all over the place. Every once in a while, freelancing turns out not so glamorous.