Wireless all the way out to the patio. Sweet.
Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.
—Horace Mann
Early morning, from my balcony.
Sunrise
Before breakfast: the wireless reaches all the way out to the patio. Sweet.
Sunrise
Sunrise
I bet the sunsets are nice too, but I never get to see them. The chairs keep us chained in our meetings until after dark.
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