Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Twenty-One
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These early wake-up times are kind of funny, kind of not.
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Drinking coffee slowly.
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The hunt for a desk. I never know what I’m looking for until I find it.
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Slightly overcast as if it might rain.
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One box at a time. I find a picture of him from seven years ago. What happened to that smile? Leftover bits from Fever Dreams. Journals from the past two years.
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Rain. Brief but cleansing.
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Dried wildflowers in the windowsill.
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Almost done.
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Worth it.
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So many stars. All the stars. “This maybe the night that my dreams might let me know / All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer.”