Ten.Nine Hundred & Fifty-Seven
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In the dream are familiar places and spaces but they keep morphing. I think of the dream I had a few nights ago where I was back at Wake Forest and trying to navigate Tribble Hall in the dark, wandering from classroom to classroom.
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I want it to be quieter than it is. I stay in bed and stare at the ceiling.
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Birdsong.
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Meal planning. These glazed turnips look good. I feel like more tomato soup and homemade croutons.
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I want to go but I also don’t want to go. I really need to work on this. But really, this weekend is about my own mental health.
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I listen to the vibes soundtrack while I grocery shop.
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Hammock. Clear blue skies. The hum of the hummingbirds. A pool pump? Lawn mower. Dog barking. I close my eyes and let the sun burn my face. Solar powered.
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We’re going to have to figure out our wine situation.
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“I think this is happy, I think this is sad / I think this is laughing, I think this is glad / I think this is happy, I think this is sad / I think this is laughing, I think this is glad” - Ravyn Lenae, “Moon Shoes”
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To ice cream, or not to ice cream. That is the question.