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A Picture is Worth A Thousand Words

Today's Prompt

A moment in your day (this can be just a photo or both a photo and words). I've decided to do a picture story of my day. Enjoy.
 
Morning Tea

"I lost my ID because I was in Chino partying with my homies we got faded ass hell and I brought my back pack and my ID was in there and we got faded and I forgot it in Chino."
You can't make this stuff up.
Weekly yoga

Late night leftovers


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  1. First picture looks like a bit of me :)

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  2. Gotta love a bit of tea with some time on my kindle. :)

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