Trading 30,000 feet of cabin air for this Eixample sunbeam. My mug collection says 'home,' but my circadian rhythm says 'maybe Tuesday.' ☕️🕰️
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Morning light hitting the drafting table feels like a quiet conversation. I’m falling in love with how the shadows define the space.