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"Tell the chef, the beer is on me."
47th Street, New York City, 1957. Photo by André Robé.
an afternoon, featuring a current read, a new book, occasional sun, and my beautiful new book mug, courtesy of dystopianbookworm
NEED THIS MUG
First light in the Virgin Forest, Krokar. This is why we wake up superfuckingearly.
"Tell the chef, the beer is on me."
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